[ Fuck, this name is nearly as bad as the surname (which took him ages to remember the correct pronunciation of, too embarrassed to ask Sasuke for a reminder). Like a deer in headlights, Stiles goes totally motionless as he repeats the name in a manic mental mantra. Itachi. Itachi. Itachi. God, he wishes he had his notebook. Though, he’d probably butcher the spelling…
Hearing his name yanks Stiles out of his unproductive obsessing. “Non-combatant” earns Sasuke an incredulous double-take, even as the follow-up description of “reliable” has Stiles shifting his weight from one foot to the other in clear discomfort. ]
Huh, when did I get promoted from “physically weak” to “non-combatant?” [ he teases, brow cocked. The humor cools quickly. ] Did you guys have a game plan here? I’ve been trying to gather some information, but if…uh, Itachi? If you’re going to be brought to Aefenglom, we should give you the four-one-one. [ Glancing at Sasuke, ] He was asking me about Bonds. How much have you explained to him?
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Hearing his name yanks Stiles out of his unproductive obsessing. “Non-combatant” earns Sasuke an incredulous double-take, even as the follow-up description of “reliable” has Stiles shifting his weight from one foot to the other in clear discomfort. ]
Huh, when did I get promoted from “physically weak” to “non-combatant?” [ he teases, brow cocked. The humor cools quickly. ] Did you guys have a game plan here? I’ve been trying to gather some information, but if…uh, Itachi? If you’re going to be brought to Aefenglom, we should give you the four-one-one. [ Glancing at Sasuke, ] He was asking me about Bonds. How much have you explained to him?