inbox;

[craters]

❝Hi, you've reached Haruno Sakura. If this is a medical emergency, please leave your name, location, and a brief description of the injuries.❞

𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧 🌸 𝗔𝗨𝗗𝗜𝗢 🌸 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

（ ooc; if you'd like to handwave her healing/helping your character, feel free to reply and just put HANDWAVED in the subject line. helps me keep track! ）

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[craters]

Hi Jonas. Confirmation granted, still nineteen and pink-haired. 😋 And wow, he's not forty! You might need your eyes checked...

I'm okay, thanks for checking in. Just needed a few days to myself.

The man at the clinic is Doctor Leonard McCoy. He knows his stuff, so don't worry if you need anything there, he'll help you out.

[coherer]

(the relief at seeing her notification is immediate and intense. he knocks his phone against his forehead twice after reading her message, breathing out. ugh.)

Whatever, the imposter is definitely noticeably over 30.✋🏻✋🏻

(there's a fine line between being loyal and being clingy, and jonas detests clingy. he, therefore, makes it a goal to message doctor mccoy to give him a warmer welcome while sakura rests.)

You take it easy, man. We'll take care of things here.

[craters]

（ this response is a bit delayed. she's back and forth on whether or not she wants to tell him, and ultimately it's the fact she surmises he'd be more hurt if he didn't that drives her to say: ）

Naruto's missing. So, Sasuke and I are going to look for him. That's why I won't be around.

So... if you could please keep an eye out in the city, or on the Netherwork for me... in case you see him. I'd appreciate that.

[coherer]

(fuck.

what could be worse than that? the unknown is usually unsatisfying to all, and to jonas it's frightening. it's naruto. he may not have known naruto for long, but that short time was plenty impactful. did he get lost or run into trouble? did his shadow get the best of him or leave him at ascension?

if only there were records of people's comings and goings.)

Of course, I will.

(no pomp or jokes, no pitying apologies, and no optimistic platitudes. he'll look—that's that.)

[craters]

Thanks, Jonas.