text; un: romanoff | while we're waiting

[deaddrop]

So it seems like things are getting a little late and I haven't accomplished my personal task yet. Unfortunately it's the sort I'll need a volunteer to help me out with, and I'm not entirely sure who still has time.

I'm supposed to let someone else make my decisions for me for twenty-four (24) hours.

Honestly I don't expect this to be a roaring success but might as well give it a try. If anyone thinks they can manage to spend a day with me in the face of almost certain failure, I would be moderately grateful.

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[blackfire]

（ his mouth quirks up at one corner, though ultimately the motion is humourless. ）

Well, since we are speaking in hypotheticals.

（ it's wry. with anyone else, he would have taken the out smoothly, cleanly, like the slip of a sharp blade across a throat. but natasha, instead, he considers in the low light of the room. then, rather than lean into the kindness, he says simply: ）

I would have liked to own a tea shop.

（ in a way, the cover he chose for himself here is perhaps the closest thing to his own true desires that he could have selected — though only wei wuxian likely knows the truth of it until now that he has invited natasha into the fold. ）

Somewhere quiet, perhaps. Peaceful.

[deaddrop]

[She's almost surprised. Not by the answer, but by the fact he gave it. As for the content, she lets herself picture it. It's hard to picture Itachi serving tea, but it's significantly less difficult to imagine him curating his selections carefully, or as the boss to a small staff.

She hums and nods slightly.]

Very hypothetical.

[Either one, really. She couldn't even call them dreams. They were nothing more than nice ideas. But they were nice.]

Somewhere quiet suits you.

[blackfire]

Mm.

（ he sighs, shakes his head somewhat and then rises from his seat. the now-empty cup is brought to the tiny kitchenette, and he turns to her and says: ）

Now, I believe there was some threat of going skating or skiing. We ought to decide which.

[deaddrop]

[Natasha hums. They do have a few options, don't they.]

My vote is for skating.

/end here?

[blackfire]

Then, let us make the attempt.

（ predictably, he will be obnoxiously good at it right off the hop because that's just how he do at everything — sharingan or no, a lifetime of being wildly physically capable does pay off.

but for now, they get a pleasant afternoon in each other's company. ）