[ Sasuke doesn't expect him to keep still very long. Naruto has always been a hurricane barely contained, wrapped up in vibrant orange and loud words and blue eyes. Trying to hold him still is akin to trying to keep water cupped between two hands and expecting nothing will slip loose. Sasuke keeps his grip firmly in Naruto's, holding him steady until he's slipped under the spring again, and only then does he let go.
He pointedly doesn't let himself watch his young friend too long. Even now, it's strange, seeing him like this, bursting with life and ready to run to the next thing. That he has both flesh and blood arms is distracting in a way Sasuke can't quite figure out. Sasuke closes his eyes and leans his head back against the edge of the pool, looking utterly unbothered by the people splashing rudely around in the pool and shouting and eating around them. ]
Some things don't change.
[ The tease is light, easily lobbed back out of habit. ]
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He pointedly doesn't let himself watch his young friend too long. Even now, it's strange, seeing him like this, bursting with life and ready to run to the next thing. That he has both flesh and blood arms is distracting in a way Sasuke can't quite figure out. Sasuke closes his eyes and leans his head back against the edge of the pool, looking utterly unbothered by the people splashing rudely around in the pool and shouting and eating around them. ]
Some things don't change.
[ The tease is light, easily lobbed back out of habit. ]