[A candy house? Sasuke wasn't born suspicious, but he might as well have been by how he acts now.] Don't touch anything.

[Of course, while he's making a scope of the place's circumference, his companion is probably going to be touching and eating parts of the God forsaken house.

Weird. There's no sign of inhabitants inside. Quickly, he goes back outside, and just in time. Someone is already taking a taste-test of the house! (WHAT DID HE SAY?)] I said--

Stop!

[When the color of his clothes returns on his walk through the town, it's not so bad. They're already dull, the missmatched greys and blacks and purples that both help conceal ninjas and edgily characterize them. Fortunately, he's not Naruto.

But the weirdest thing besides being momentarily drenched in color: his eyes. The left one is a complete swath of muted purple, and the right is scarlet. The irises and pupils of both look peculiar.

If he looks up and finds someone staring, he asks:] What are you looking at?

[Sasuke didn't go in with anyone else. Right now, he's not much of a team player, not like he use to be (if he even was then either).

But he hasn't gone in toward the cockatrice. He squats far back behind a few trees and shrubs.] If you want to be turned to stone, go ahead.

[He doesn't look over at the additional person who approached, yet it's strange he could hear them coming. Upon further inspection, it looks like Sasuke isn't wrong.

Some poor raccoon-looking creature has already tried to scoot on in; the thing has been frozen into a solid sheet of stone not far from the cockatrice's stomping grounds. Welp.]

[It doesn't matter who he was with, or how they got there, or even why.

As soon as Sasuke opens the book and sees what's on the first few pages in the horrific scribbling hand of children, he slaps the book shut as hard as he can.

Nope.]

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