#triumphe

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 at the side of the hero to - be . itachi's nerves are tested with every foul word that spits from the boy's crude lips . his patience wears thin  .  .  .  he spares no time for foolishness .

oh,      he’s doing it again,      almost unintelligible this time in his pursuit to—     to berate you,     apparently,     or something.               (    you’re never confident in what he wants and,     since you’re so fond of the aspect of breathing,     you don’t question if he knows either.    )     your head swivels one way and then the other,     calm in your observation to make sure that yes,    his talking           (    screaming,    yelling,     whatever words better encapsulates his routine disposition    )     is directed to you.    even your intonation is one of appeasement.          “     oh,     y-yeah,     that makes sense,     kacchan…     i’m not sure why i didn’t—     didn’t think of that before.     “     a giant,     hissy feral cat,      that’s what kacchan reminds you of. 

I helped serve feast, I helped with processional, and I plan to go to many more events and help out and enjoy myself there, too! 

sure thing!