A/N: So, this was a result of random research I was doing on the brain, mostly about autism. Instead, I ended up reading about how the brain interprets sarcasm. (Now I'm so inspired, I want to write a long fic about Root subjecting its young ninja to purposeful brain damage. I'm sure I could bullcrap enough medical stuff to make it convincing!) But for now, enjoy this drabble. (I'm in love with dialog only, it's a fun challenge.)
---
"No, Sai, I'mpositive that Naruto will die from a light concussion and scratches."
"Positive?"
"Stop smiling. Youdon't put on a happy face for funerals. Now get lost, I need to prep for this knee surgery, it's more important than Naruto at this point."
"Ah. Does that mean that there isn't any hope for Naruto?"
"No, you idiot."
"Ah. Then I suppose courtesy dictates I should visit his deathbed. Because I am his friend, correct?"
"I meant...oh, sure, whatever."
"Should I bring flowers? Or does that fall into the category...the one where males show affection differently than females?"
"Nah. Besides, Ino would love to see you."
"I will go then. What room in Naruto in?"
"Geez, Sai. Hold up a second."
"That means you are exasperated, right? And the sigh expresses irritation. ...Why are you smiling, then?"
"Because you must have damaged your freakin', I dunno, ventromedial frontal cortex or something, that's why. Naruto's fine. He'll be ready to kick ass by tomorrow, or the day after that."
"I still don't understand. You are smiling because you lied a moment ago?"
"No, stupid. That was sarcasm. Go find a book on it, or something, okay?"
"Oh."
"...Seriously, I meant that."
"Oh. Alright then."