[ he is not expecting sasuke to answer like this — tucked comfortably in his bed — though he doesn't know why it surprises him. it's night, after all, and laurent is similarly shut in his room, sequestered to privacy. it simply feels foreign, almost taboo, as if he's entertaining the sort of company he has no experience entertaining. ]
You were bad at it. [ as if laurent has not made this sentiment clear already. but the cat nudges his ribs, a reminder of her presence or more likely a request for her bowl to be filled despite her recent meal. a reminder of sasuke's silent generosity, his ability to understand laurent's particular needs without giving voice to them. ] You deserved to be fired.
[ but he'd tried. exceptionally hard, in fact. commendable, in its own way. laurent cannot make those words pass his tongue. ]
No. [ no, he has not named her, because overthinking is his specialty and his careful research into the perfect cat name had yielded pages of names but no real results. he clears his throat, his eyes drifting to a blank point on the wall. then, slowly, with his heart beating very fast — ] I thought I might ask you for suggestions.
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You were bad at it. [ as if laurent has not made this sentiment clear already. but the cat nudges his ribs, a reminder of her presence or more likely a request for her bowl to be filled despite her recent meal. a reminder of sasuke's silent generosity, his ability to understand laurent's particular needs without giving voice to them. ] You deserved to be fired.
[ but he'd tried. exceptionally hard, in fact. commendable, in its own way. laurent cannot make those words pass his tongue. ]
No. [ no, he has not named her, because overthinking is his specialty and his careful research into the perfect cat name had yielded pages of names but no real results. he clears his throat, his eyes drifting to a blank point on the wall. then, slowly, with his heart beating very fast — ] I thought I might ask you for suggestions.