[already there and waiting, insomuch as bouncing a volleyball off a wall (the training room's large gym-like space works wonderfully) counts as waiting. he's a tad grimmy - routine boot camp training had ended not twenty minutes prior, and he's still getting a knack for sneaking in showers - but also hyper-aware, so the second Sasuke steps into the room--]
Uchiha?
[catching the volleyball, head tilting. he's no saint - his eyes immediately jump to the missing arm, blinking once in surprise before flitting back to the guy's face.]
[Sports equipment. As he'd suspected, Hinata wanted to show him this sport that he played. Sasuke hadn't ever really trained in anything that he didn't think would be useful to him in combat, so it's not only volleyball that he doesn't know, it's most sports in general.
The ninja himself shares a strong family resemblance with his brother once you get close, though Sasuke is a little less world-weary.]
[head tilt. the situation presented a few options: give the guy the rambling answers he apparently wanted, ask if he could play with just one arm, or simply toss the ball and find out the quickest way his capabilities.]
[his file probably hadn't lied, so to think he wouldn't be capable of playing just because he was short one limb didn't make sense, but there was a big difference between assassinations and sports... as both of them knew.]
[...]
Catch this!
[of course he'd go for the fastest method. mind the volleyball tossed your direction, Sasuke.]
It's a little harder to catch a ball of that size with one hand, but a little bit of chakra to help stick it works wonders. That sort of thing comes second nature by now.
He stands there afterward with the ball in his hands looking very 'what now?']
Do you make it a habit to teach everyone this game?
[huh! the angle made it seem like the ball should've dropped, but - he was a ninja, he must've had an especially strong grip. attention jumps from contemplating from hand to face, the barest, sheepish smiles spreading over his face.]
It's a great game.
[and he needed practice partners...]
[moreover, it made for a fantastic way to pass time.]
Toss it back. [best to learn by demonstration, right?] I'll return it to you; then you've gotta return it same as I did to you.
[That seemed a little... pointless. It isn't like he isn't aware of professional sports (not everyone can be a ninja), and everyone has to make money somehow, but... Well, he's not an entertainer.
When the ball comes his way, he pulls back his one fist and smacks it hard, sending it flying up toward the ceiling.]
[up to the ceiling, huh? Hinata tracks it with the same focus a ranger might his arrow. feet step forward one and two and three and four, stop.]
Sure! This game and...
[-- hup! it falls as hard as it went up, but he receives it well enough; the arc back to Sasuke is straight, anyway.]
... All that comes with it. The team, the tournaments, the training, the hype on the court!
[doesn't that sound awesome? it's not about entertaining in the least, but Hinata would have to think it were about entertainment in the first place to dispell the thought.]
[If ninjas hadn't been a part of his world, if war hadn't always been a possibility looming over the horizon, would he have taken up a game like this one?
It's hard to judge how things would have been in another time.
He hits the ball again, and it goes careening off to the side. He scowls at this. Sasuke has trained himself to have exceptional aim, but he hasn't done anything that involved hitting a ball with one fist.]
[... he doesn't have a reply for that. at this point, it's well-known as nothing but fact.]
[how far off target the ball Sasuke sends the ball, though--- he has a reply for that, and it isn't just a slightly impish grin (though it included that, too). speaking over his shoulder as he trots after it, steps bouncy despite the pang at in a more peaceful world.]
If you fold your hand like this [- single fist held up, thumb curled on the outside -] and keep the top flat, it should give you more control!
[the magic words, in Hinata's opinion. a small smile to himself and bigger grin for Sasuke, the ball tossed back with a whooping,] Alright! [and happy foot-to-foot bounce.]
[an ungraceful nerghk! and a few steps back, whole body thrown off-kilter. he rights himself before he falls, but his face is an instant, angry red that deepens by the second. the ball bounces innocently back to Sasuke.]
[although he pokes at his nose briefly to check for bleeding (currently, it wasn't) and contemplates how strong the hit and how numb his face felt, the first words out of his upside down mouth was:]
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You can't force friendship
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
But you definitly owe me a list of your dislikes too!!
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Does it really matter?
FROM: uchiha.sasuke@cdc.org
I dislike sweets and annoying people who can't take a hint.
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Really does matter!!
That's not a lot... But hey, are you free tomorrow??
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What??
[Wait, hold up. He's actually got to learn things.]
FROM: uchiha.sasuke@cdc.org
I have some black box training planned, but I might be able to work you in
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Same, but we should meet up before
If that works?? I'm free after 6:30
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Fine.
FROM: uchiha.sasuke@cdc.org
Just don't waste my time.
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Awesome!!!! Meet at the training room, 6:30!!!
[hope you like volleyball, Sasuke.]
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Right.
[He will be prompt. And also expect this to be about sports.
Hinata may also notice that he only has one arm, as well as one oddly colored hypnotic looking eye. Just a little different from his brother.]
--> Action!
Uchiha?
[catching the volleyball, head tilting. he's no saint - his eyes immediately jump to the missing arm, blinking once in surprise before flitting back to the guy's face.]
[just making sure.]
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[Sports equipment. As he'd suspected, Hinata wanted to show him this sport that he played. Sasuke hadn't ever really trained in anything that he didn't think would be useful to him in combat, so it's not only volleyball that he doesn't know, it's most sports in general.
The ninja himself shares a strong family resemblance with his brother once you get close, though Sasuke is a little less world-weary.]
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[his file probably hadn't lied, so to think he wouldn't be capable of playing just because he was short one limb didn't make sense, but there was a big difference between assassinations and sports... as both of them knew.]
[...]
Catch this!
[of course he'd go for the fastest method. mind the volleyball tossed your direction, Sasuke.]
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It's a little harder to catch a ball of that size with one hand, but a little bit of chakra to help stick it works wonders. That sort of thing comes second nature by now.
He stands there afterward with the ball in his hands looking very 'what now?']
Do you make it a habit to teach everyone this game?
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It's a great game.
[and he needed practice partners...]
[moreover, it made for a fantastic way to pass time.]
Toss it back. [best to learn by demonstration, right?] I'll return it to you; then you've gotta return it same as I did to you.
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[But he tosses the ball back anyway. The things he must endure for information...
At least he might get some exercise while he's doing it. Sasuke's main way to pass the time is through training, after all.]
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[Hinata hmms, only to come up with the great gem of:]
Beyond being a great game, it's a great lifestyle.
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[That seemed a little... pointless. It isn't like he isn't aware of professional sports (not everyone can be a ninja), and everyone has to make money somehow, but... Well, he's not an entertainer.
When the ball comes his way, he pulls back his one fist and smacks it hard, sending it flying up toward the ceiling.]
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Sure! This game and...
[-- hup! it falls as hard as it went up, but he receives it well enough; the arc back to Sasuke is straight, anyway.]
... All that comes with it. The team, the tournaments, the training, the hype on the court!
[doesn't that sound awesome? it's not about entertaining in the least, but Hinata would have to think it were about entertainment in the first place to dispell the thought.]
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[If ninjas hadn't been a part of his world, if war hadn't always been a possibility looming over the horizon, would he have taken up a game like this one?
It's hard to judge how things would have been in another time.
He hits the ball again, and it goes careening off to the side. He scowls at this. Sasuke has trained himself to have exceptional aim, but he hasn't done anything that involved hitting a ball with one fist.]
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[how far off target the ball Sasuke sends the ball, though--- he has a reply for that, and it isn't just a slightly impish grin (though it included that, too). speaking over his shoulder as he trots after it, steps bouncy despite the pang at in a more peaceful world.]
If you fold your hand like this [- single fist held up, thumb curled on the outside -] and keep the top flat, it should give you more control!
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Alright. Try again.
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[the magic words, in Hinata's opinion. a small smile to himself and bigger grin for Sasuke, the ball tossed back with a whooping,] Alright! [and happy foot-to-foot bounce.]
[it's slow, the arc's good, and Sasuke--?]
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The ninja slams his fist into it hard, sending it in a beeline for Hinata's face.]
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[an ungraceful nerghk! and a few steps back, whole body thrown off-kilter. he rights himself before he falls, but his face is an instant, angry red that deepens by the second. the ball bounces innocently back to Sasuke.]
[although he pokes at his nose briefly to check for bleeding (currently, it wasn't) and contemplates how strong the hit and how numb his face felt, the first words out of his upside down mouth was:]
... A little more gentle! Try again!
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[Not quite ninja reflexes, then. Noted.
He walks over to grab the ball up again. When it seems like Hinata is ready, he sends it back in an easier arc.]