Kiba was weird. I don't think there was any other way to explain it. One minute he's cussing me out, the second he's having a conniption, and then, before I even knew it, he was fast asleep. I had moved away from him the moment he had started his rant, though. Maybe that's why I didn't catch him before he had closed his eyes.
It was whatever's though.
Personally, I couldn't stand people who got drunk off their asses. I mean it's cool to get shitfaced, but if you're gonna do it, don't do it when you're the kind of drunk everybody just wants to punch out. Attitude? Seriously!
I let out a huff. Why couldn't people be more responsible, down to earth, and control thier alcohol intake. I mean it's not that hard. Ya just gotta know your limit. Apparently people like Kiba think otherwise, though.
Moron.
"What the hell was that about?" Shikamaru asks out of the blue as I sit down next to him on the spare chair as he hands me my controller.
"I dont even fucking know," I say, sounding resigned.
Shikamaru's eyes glance over to Kiba's form, and they glaze over his profile.
"So this is the guy that you like?"
"I said I think I like him," I correct almost automatically.
Shikamaru continues to look over Kiba some more, and then, out of nowhere, he begins to chuckle. His laughter starts off short, but then it's deafening as it fills the room. He's looking away from me, and he's holding his sides.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
He shakes his head and waves it off, but I persist.
"Tell me. I wanna know," I say, huffing out my cheeks with indignation.
After a moments pause of tryingto recollect himself, Shikamaru speaks up, blurting, "You'd so be his bitch!"
A heat spreads to my cheeks, and I grit my teeth and ball my fists. I then punch Shikamaru in his open chest and say, "Shut the fuck up, and start the game!"
He does so, but all the while he continues to laugh. The fucking ass!
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