Night in the Institute was always filled with the purposeful shuffling of poorly-clad feet, sprinkled through with the occasional sharper tap of shoes that some patient had discovered from their own world. Sasuke hadn't paid enough attention the past few nights, caught up in -- routine, bizarre but comfortable (more comfortable than his brother's eyes). Now that he was, however, it was becoming clear exactly how familiar with the night's sounds he'd become.
Odd that he'd notice it more with his eyes open, but the senses always seemed to heighten with any change in their configuration.
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Night in the Institute was always filled with the purposeful shuffling of poorly-clad feet, sprinkled through with the occasional sharper tap of shoes that some patient had discovered from their own world. Sasuke hadn't paid enough attention the past few nights, caught up in -- routine, bizarre but comfortable (more comfortable than his brother's eyes). Now that he was, however, it was becoming clear exactly how familiar with the night's sounds he'd become.
Odd that he'd notice it more with his eyes open, but the senses always seemed to heighten with any change in their configuration.