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Note: If you get confused about who is talking, then LOL. That's your problem. Just kidding. It's just Sasuke and Sakura here so yes!
Note again: This is a crack.
One more note: Bananas.
Soooooooooooo—
No.
But I didn't even say anything!
Sakura, when you start prolonging your vowels, it means you're probably thinking of something dim-witted.
Hey! Don't compare me to Naruto. Being stupid is his job.
His stupidity is contagious. It's rubbing off on you. Stop hanging out with him.
You always hang out with him though.
I am immune to his absurdity.
That's really mean, Sasuke-kun.
Whatever.
…
Sasukeeeeeeeee.
Again with the prolonging.
Oh just can it, will you? Jeez, is it so hard for you to be civil sometimes?
That's coming rich from someone who punches people when you are called for no apparent motive.
Glare.
It's true though.
Bastard.
Twitch.
Ohohohoo! Struck a nerve, huh?
Shut. Up.
…
Sasucaaaaaaaaaaaaaakes.
GLARE.
Sasu-chaaaaaaaaaaaaaan.
What. Sakura.
Why aren't you listening to me?
I am.
You're not. You're trying to find the sports channel again and pretending not to hear me so I don't have your undivided attention. I want your undivided attention, Sasuke-kun!
…
That's right. Lower the remote and listen to your Sakura-chan.
Hn.
Anyway, as I was saying before you interrupted and insulted me—
Groan.
You're interrupting me again. That is rude, Sasuke! I am so going to tell your mother about your impoliteness and I am very sure you will receive an earful for it. You know how Mikoto-san.
Fine. Talk.
Aww, Sasu-chan. Scared of his mommy. How cute.
Sakura.
Anyway, it's Naruto's birthday next week and I was thinking that we could give him something really good. Like one of those gift cards from his favorite ramen stand. What was it again? Something with the number…
Ichiraku.
Right! Ichiraku. You're so smart, Sasucakes!
Get to the point, Sakura.
Jesus, who got your panties in a twist. Okay, so I was thinking that maybe, you know like the two of us, as in Sasuke and Sakura the boyfriend-girlfriend duo… I was hoping there is—err—a prospect of us sharing his gift. For his birthday. Because we're his best friends! And… yeah.
Is there a reason behind this?
Slap!
Pshhhhh, noooooooooooooo. Haha, Sasuke, I mean, like no. You're so stupid. Why would there be a reason! I'm being practical here. Do you know the economy nowadays? It's awful I tell you! Item prices are sky-rocketing and everything is hella expensive. Like these cute shoes I bou—besides! Ehehehe. Besides we don't want to give Naruto t-two gift certificates, r-right? He might abuse them and you know how unhealthy his obsession with ramen is. Just like yours with tomatoes.
Don't.
Sasuke-kun! You know it's the truth!
Scowl.
Now if you just give me the money for the gift then I'll get out of you ha—
You spent all your money, didn't you?
Gasp.
Sasuke!
On those shoes?
Ugh—just—but—okay! I did. But Sasuke-kun they were really, really pretty and shiny! So very shiny and sparkly and it had glitters all over it. Look! See, I'm wearing it right now!
Grin.
Stare.
Isn't it cute, Sasu-chan? In your favorite color too: blue. Do you like it?
Stare.
Pout.
Sooooooooo, are you going to give me the money?
In the end, Sasuke gave Sakura the money for Naruto's birthday gift because she asked nicely and gave him some fun love. (And possibly because her feet did look extra cute with her new pretty and shiny shoes.)