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Standing with slight hesitance, Sasuke went to the bed with Naruto’s help and laid down, sighing as his hands lifted to his head right away in order to rub his temples slowly.
“Yeah, thanks.” he muttered while looking over at the nine tailed fox, curiously eyeing him. Noticing he didn’t know where it was made the Uchiha take a deep breath in order to stop from just getting up and chocking the idiot. But he held that temptation back.
“Either there’s a kettle in here, or you have to go downstairs and ask for some. Check near the mini fridge near the sink, might be a kettle there.” Sasuke spoke while closing his eyes yet again, trying to think back to last night, but it was all cloudy. Nothing really popped out to him, other then a few pieces of a restroom, but it was blurry.
Looking back at Naruto, Sasuke asked with a slightly drawn back tone of voice. “Did we fuck in the bar washroom yesterday?” he dreaded the answer, knowing that his ‘dream’ was probably a memory from last night. Great.
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~Ernest Gaines
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