[He lingers on those words, It is what I want, for a few moments longer before forcing himself to move on. A difficult task.]
I have a bloodline ability that is carried through my clan, although not all Uchiha are born with the innate potential to unlock it. Sharingan — that is its name. You won't have seen it yet, but it exists in my right eye. When I activate it, the iris of my eye becomes red with black tomoe around the pupil. I'll show it to you next time.
It's a powerful ability but also complicated, so I won't go into detail about what it can do unless it affects you directly. In one particular way, it probably will, which is why I'm telling you now.
Anything I look at with the Sharingan I commit to permanent memory. It doesn't matter what it is or how long I view it, as long as the Sharingan is activated at the time it will record what I see.
So, when we do what you've suggested, I'll likely use my right eye to record it. [Just a casual "yes I want to keep the image of you jerking off in my memory bank forever" lore drop.] Is that all right with you?
[ well, that certainly is a lore drop. tseng reads it carefully, absorbing each of the words; sasuke will have chosen them carefully, he thinks, to ensure that tseng understands as much as he needs to. from one person who plays things close to his chest to another, tseng understands what a show of trust it is to be given this much personal information at all, and despite the erotic undertone of the conversation, despite his own simmering arousal, it makes something small and warm bloom behind his ribcage.
of course there's a part of him that's curious about what else the sharingan can do; tseng is surprised to find that the curiosity is only partly professional, and mostly just because he likes learning things about sasuke. ]
Thank you for telling me.
[ the prospect of being a permanent part of sasuke's spank bank... also very hot. ]
That's absolutely all right with me. I like the idea of you remembering it.
Would you tell me about it if you get yourself off to the image?
[Ah. They've been honest with each other to this point, so he shouldn't let this stop him now, even if he's not sure what Tseng's reaction will be. The man has not responded negatively to him so far, but still...]
That sort of act — I struggle with it on my own. I'm not accustomed to giving myself pleasure.
[Only pain, where he used to believe strength lived.]
[ not so far, and not now, either. tseng reads the message, lets his brows furrow briefly—not in pity, but in understanding of the kind of life that would lead someone to be unsure how to pleasure themselves—and then texts back. ]
That's all right. Tell me about it if you do--but regardless, I intend to make you come as often as you'll let me.
I've been taking care of it. Trying, at least. It turns out that orchids are difficult to preserve, so I thought I should at least try before I throw in the towel.
I'm not sure. I had the opportunity to learn, but never bothered, much for the same reason I never bothered to raise a pet or make friends: they would only have been things someone else would have to care for when I die.
[ there is, honestly, a moment where tseng considers not answering—but despite himself, he understands that avoiding the truth doesn't make it less true. ]
Her name is Aerith. She was here briefly, for just under two months. She has a deep love of flowers and a talent for gardening. The orchid was a housewarming gift to me, and, I suspect, her way of telling me to decorate a little.
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I have a bloodline ability that is carried through my clan, although not all Uchiha are born with the innate potential to unlock it. Sharingan — that is its name. You won't have seen it yet, but it exists in my right eye. When I activate it, the iris of my eye becomes red with black tomoe around the pupil. I'll show it to you next time.
It's a powerful ability but also complicated, so I won't go into detail about what it can do unless it affects you directly. In one particular way, it probably will, which is why I'm telling you now.
Anything I look at with the Sharingan I commit to permanent memory. It doesn't matter what it is or how long I view it, as long as the Sharingan is activated at the time it will record what I see.
So, when we do what you've suggested, I'll likely use my right eye to record it. [Just a casual "yes I want to keep the image of you jerking off in my memory bank forever" lore drop.] Is that all right with you?
[we can talk about his other eye another day 🤡]
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of course there's a part of him that's curious about what else the sharingan can do; tseng is surprised to find that the curiosity is only partly professional, and mostly just because he likes learning things about sasuke. ]
Thank you for telling me.
[ the prospect of being a permanent part of sasuke's spank bank... also very hot. ]
That's absolutely all right with me. I like the idea of you remembering it.
Would you tell me about it if you get yourself off to the image?
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That sort of act — I struggle with it on my own. I'm not accustomed to giving myself pleasure.
[Only pain, where he used to believe strength lived.]
However, if I do... I'll tell you.
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That's all right. Tell me about it if you do--but regardless, I intend to make you come as often as you'll let me.
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Then, I'll hold you to that. Sir.
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You still have four questions left.
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[doki... he loves a competent man.]
What did you do with the orchid?
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I can understand that. For a long time, I didn't care about what was going to happen to me in the future. I expected I would die.
But, while you're here, that won't be the case. Will you consider it now?
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You don't have to answer this if you don't want to. But who gave it to you?
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Her name is Aerith. She was here briefly, for just under two months. She has a deep love of flowers and a talent for gardening. The orchid was a housewarming gift to me, and, I suspect, her way of telling me to decorate a little.
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[An attempt to soften what must be sore.]
I'm glad you kept it alive.
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I don't know how to decorate, though. So I think I'll start with the orchid and see where I go from there.
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Do I have any questions left?
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Is it difficult? Being away from your responsibilities.
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