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"As long as it isn't a comedy, I don't care." Sakura says as she hands the remote to Ino. Sitting on the floor slumped against her love seat. Her ribs aching but not enough for her to move from her comfortable slump.
Ino smiles as she scrolls the selection. Finding the perfect movie. Which, of course, fits her obsession with Disney princesses. Wish was sitting pretty as her pick.
"Absolutely not." Naruto huffs next to her. Grabbing the remote before she could select her choice. "I'm not getting another song stuck in my head." Sasuke's face scrunched in revulsion. Remembering the last time it happened. He reached over Hinata and snatched the remote from the blond.
The remote is promptly stolen from him. "I'm sorry, so sorry." Hinata stutters, the stolen remote clutched protectively to her chest.
"Yeah, there's no way we're sitting through another movie about a girl fucking a car." Ino states, matter of factly and yet they had watched that movie til the very end.
"Titane was provocative and thought-provoking. Thank you very much." Sasuke argues, and Naruto nods as if he even understood the movie. Everyone in the room knows he doesn't, even Hinata. Though she'll never admit it out loud.
Hinata makes her move, selecting a classic rom com, 10 Things I Hate About You. The group does a collective sigh. Not the worst movie in the world, but it was one of her go to picks.
"No." Sakura shakes her head. Flinching as she reaches for the remote. Her ribs still healing and being totally annoying. Hinata meets her halfway with a small frown. She scrolls through the selection. Not knowing what she wants to watch. The blanket of blues and overcast greys not really appealing. Giving way to bland profiles. Which held even less appeal.
"Come on forehead." Ino groans. Handing the bowl of cherry tomatoes to Sasuke. The mopey vampire who only eats red things. Sakura doesn't know why and neither does anyone else in this room. She's not even sure Sasuke himself knows. Unless he's just doing it to be pedantic.
"Forehead." Ino groans once more.
"Pig," Sakura mutters half-heartedly. Before giving up on finding a movie. Letting go of the remote as someone else took it from her. She didn't really care who.
Though by the obnoxious groan of Ino, it could only be Naruto. Who happens to be bouncing and giggling softly to himself. Sasuke snatches the joy from him. Causing him to pout.
"I'm surprised you're not recommending Nosferatu." Ino sasses.
"Hn, you know that's offensive to vampires." Sasuke huffs under his breath. Dark eyes rolling with such sass it almost leaves Ino speechless. The key word being almost. Because she's off to the races.
" Well, well now, whose into sensitive training." She snarks and he scoffs.
"At least my hair is natural." Sasuke gloats and Ino's jaw drops. Sakura laughs as Naruto chuckles. Hinata hides her giggles behind her hand.
"How dare you, my hair is natural," Ino's high-pitched wail drowns out their laughs.
Sasuke nods but his overacted expression of disbelief is clear. "Sure honey. You just go to the salon to get it styled."
Sakura winces at the insult. Hinata covers up a gasp. While Naruto grimaces. Ino's pride is her hair. She takes significant care to keep her hair well maintained.
"I go to the salon to get it trimmed and toned." She seethes, "and at least my hair doesn't look like chicken butt."
Sasuke looks like his favourite snack, tomato red. Even the tips of his ears were burning bright. "I don't look like a chicken butt." He denies adamantly, though no one hears him over their laughter. Which seems to irritate him further because his skin starts to glow. Steam pouring from his ears.Eyes bleeding crimson. Aura darkening bringing with it an icy chill.
"God, you're such a drama queen." Ino groans, rolling her eyes.
"Am not," Sasuke huffs.
"Are too," Ino replies with a flick of her natural hair. The argument continues even though Naruto tries to calm the tension. His attempts are so clumsy it has the opposite effect. Their voices rising as Naruto is thrown into the mix. Pulling Hinata into the argument. Though her quiet voice was drowned out by the harsher pitches. Sakura sits back, eating her candy. Her home filled with the sound of her friends. She wonders if this is what life would be like if they weren't monster hunters. It's nice.