(well, then. an order's been issued and jonas, ever the sidekick, decides that even if this is some ploy to ditch him somewhere alone, he'll do it—for sakura's sake.

sasuke is straightforward, which is appreciated, but he's contractually obligated to get one last dig in.)

She's probably never mentioned me for two reasons: One, I'm just a random guy she's teaching basic first aid to; two, it'd be nigh impossible to bring it up in a conversation three seconds long. "Do this, Sakura." "Are you drunk, Sakura?" "Grunt, grunt!"

(he lifts his shoulders in a helpless shrug. an "i don't make the rules, i just follow them" shrug.)

Vendors. Clinic. Got it.

Don't miss me too bad, (jonas calls back as he—thankfully—jogs in the direction of the market stalls being packed up for the night.)