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Already laying down, Sasuke ignored Naruto’s question,. Instead, he smirked when Naruto laid on the bed and snuggled the blankets, raising an eyebrow from his actions. “Those blankets comfy?” Sasuke asked seriously for a moment.
Truthfully, he was jealous of the blankets, he wanted to be snuggled by the blonde, but despite being drunk, the Uchiha never admitted defeat, or never admitted to such feelings. The elevator incident being a slight exception though.
Looking over at him once more, Sasuke smirked, almost hating himself when he was sober, knowing that he would treat the brat rudely once he woke up, but he knew, all along in his heart, he loved him no matter what he said to him.
What am I thinking. He sighed in his head with a unintentional groan of annoyance.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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