Cutting through the perfect, poised quiet Sasuke has curated to catch his bugs there comes a sound like a wet clod of paper being thrown at concrete, and if Sasuke turns he'll find the source of said noise is a bundle of orange fabric and brown muck slumped in a heap across the floor just behind him. It looks like a bag of shit, or tossed out clothes, something entirely inhuman which is probably what a normal person might assume it is, but then the thing unfurls like a pillbug and reveals itself to be a boy. It's a boy covered nearly head to toe in thick partially-dried dirt and foliage to the point where only portions of his clothes and skin are on show, but it's definitely a boy nonetheless.
He gets to his feet with a stifled cry which makes sense because he just fucking plummetted from a tree and landed on his back, but he seems to have a lot more movement than he really should. He should have a broken spine. At least.
He brushes leaves from his hair -- or tries to, because they're stuck in the globs of mud clinging to his hair, but his scratching with his hands does, at least, remove a little mud to reveal bright blonde hair beneath -- before he makes the motion of squinting around him without actually doing it. His eyes are screwed shut either from pain or from the dirt crusted around them, so when he speaks next he's facing a nearby tree instead of the stranger he'd been following.
"Aaaaaah, shiiiit.."
He groans, a hand coming up to wipe at his face and just.. making the whole thing worse, really. The mud seems to have mixed with sweat that prevents it from drying rock solid, but when he goes to wipe it on his sleeve he doesn't have a single clean piece of fabric on him so he just ends up reapplying mud to his face.
"I was followin' some bugs an' then saw some, like, wings? Red an' white, I've never seen anythin' like that, and I thought maybe it was a kinda jungle chicken or bird or somethin' and that I could get more money for somethin' like that, but I keep fallin' out of trees whenever I try to jump an' stuff!!! My chakra's not workin' like it should, y'know...."
He wafts a hand at the tree as though he's expecting it to stretch out a friendly hand to him. It does not, so he stumbles forward a bit.
iii because "disastrously loud" summoned me
He gets to his feet with a stifled cry which makes sense because he just fucking plummetted from a tree and landed on his back, but he seems to have a lot more movement than he really should. He should have a broken spine. At least.
He brushes leaves from his hair -- or tries to, because they're stuck in the globs of mud clinging to his hair, but his scratching with his hands does, at least, remove a little mud to reveal bright blonde hair beneath -- before he makes the motion of squinting around him without actually doing it. His eyes are screwed shut either from pain or from the dirt crusted around them, so when he speaks next he's facing a nearby tree instead of the stranger he'd been following.
"Aaaaaah, shiiiit.."
He groans, a hand coming up to wipe at his face and just.. making the whole thing worse, really. The mud seems to have mixed with sweat that prevents it from drying rock solid, but when he goes to wipe it on his sleeve he doesn't have a single clean piece of fabric on him so he just ends up reapplying mud to his face.
"I was followin' some bugs an' then saw some, like, wings? Red an' white, I've never seen anythin' like that, and I thought maybe it was a kinda jungle chicken or bird or somethin' and that I could get more money for somethin' like that, but I keep fallin' out of trees whenever I try to jump an' stuff!!! My chakra's not workin' like it should, y'know...."
He wafts a hand at the tree as though he's expecting it to stretch out a friendly hand to him. It does not, so he stumbles forward a bit.
"Shit, where'd ya go.... Oi, you still there?"