[ Taking a seat at the table, he was quick to start cutting one of the discarded eggs from earlier into bite sized pieces. He’d saved one for himself. Fork to mouth, then back to plate. ]
Anything important to mention ?
A small chuckle, he couldn't help mess and tease his brother. Especially since he does deserve it at times. Walking over towards Itachi, patting his back lightly.
"Just know since you're back. I am going to be a menace every chance I get just to mess with you."
[ Perhaps cooking simply isn’t his greatest skill. He did finally manage to make an egg he was satisfied with, though. He played it, and placed it on the counter in front of Sasuke, then turned to clean up after himself without a word. ]
Looking at the burnt egg being tossed in the garbage.
"Twelve now.... you'll get it eventually.."
Funny how the Mangekyo Sharingan is one of the advanced eyes and yet it seems not even the eyes can help perfect cooked eggs.
[ turning , blank stare. red and black patterns bearing deep into his younger brother’s soul in complete silence for around thirty seconds. ]
Eleven .
[ he corrected , turning his eyes back down to the pan. He now saw the egg as burnt , so it too was dumped. ]
"Let me guess. Try number eight or try number nine?"
Looking at Itachi then out a window at the chickens running around outside.
"Those poor birds and their eggs."
[ Cracking an egg into a pan ,
only to immediately dump it onto the counter when the yolk breaks.
Cracking another into that same pan.
Rinse. Repeat. ]
[ Itachi doesn’t say ‘ sorry ‘ often. Instead , the *READER finds their weapons have been sharpened. They might also find a small snack waiting in a spot they frequent. but of course - he will never admit to being the one to place it there. ]
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How many pray that you flop? Alot.
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