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He's drunk! I feel like laughing at him because of stupid he looks, but his hostile tone and the repugnant odor of booze is overwhelming me and causing all rationality to fly out the window. I'm aggravated, and Shikamaru could sense this. He makes his way to leave, but I demand that he stays.
Who the fuck was Kiba to think he could barge in like this and tell me whatever the fuck was at the top of his head? I was so pissed, but I stayed collected.
Balling my fists and letting out a breath, I said, "You're drunk. Lie down, and then tell me why you hate me so much - because, regardless of whether you hate me or love me, I'm your roommate for the rest of the year."
"Everything okay?" Shikamaru asks.
"Yeah," I say as I pull Kiba by his arm and lay him down on the bed, sitting next to him. "Go ahead and play. I'll join in right now."
I looked at Kiba, and his eyes were on mine. They were hazy and half-lidded. The alcohol no doubt.
"Now why do you hate me?"
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