[His separation from Sakura has left Sasuke in an agitated state, exacerbated by the dark slant of his own thoughts and a poor mood impossible to shake — one that feels disconnected from him, from the night's events, its genesis unknown yet problematic all the same. By now the food and drink he's consumed has worn off; the pleasantly effused warmth of intoxication has chilled to a cold hollowness. He takes to the streets, feeling deaf and blind in Sakura's body, cut off from the wider range and sensitivity of perception that he's accustomed.
It's an unnerving predicament to be hunting his own chakra signature. He's never felt it quite like this. In Sakura's body, her own reserve of chakra is an intricate web in a language he doesn't know, finely tuned to particular skills he's never mastered. Never needed to master. He is weak, severed from everything known and familiar. He leaps from building to building for miles, then exhausts himself and drops down to the road — and the frustration only grows, blacker and blacker in his mind.
This is how he comes across Jonas, an individual he's never met but will certainly recognize the body he's in, wearing an alarming expression of anger that looks ill-suited for Sakura's face, drowning in a cloak too large for her slighter frame. He shoulders Jonas brusquely to get past, an action unnecessarily forceful as annoyance bleeds at the throng of pedestrians blocking the way through.] Move.
parade + wildcard 😬
It's an unnerving predicament to be hunting his own chakra signature. He's never felt it quite like this. In Sakura's body, her own reserve of chakra is an intricate web in a language he doesn't know, finely tuned to particular skills he's never mastered. Never needed to master. He is weak, severed from everything known and familiar. He leaps from building to building for miles, then exhausts himself and drops down to the road — and the frustration only grows, blacker and blacker in his mind.
This is how he comes across Jonas, an individual he's never met but will certainly recognize the body he's in, wearing an alarming expression of anger that looks ill-suited for Sakura's face, drowning in a cloak too large for her slighter frame. He shoulders Jonas brusquely to get past, an action unnecessarily forceful as annoyance bleeds at the throng of pedestrians blocking the way through.] Move.