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Sasuke was about to answer lately about the camping thing until he noticed the idiot acting all stupid again, running around like a maniac and acting like he was about to die. Really, this is his partner? What a shame.
Rolling his eyes and standing up, Sasuke didn’t move when he felt Naruto grabbing onto him for dear life, instead he froze for a moment and clenched his jaw. “Naruto, let go of me. You smell like alcohol and it’s making me nauseas.” he admitted while holding his breath for a moment.
It wasn’t that the blonde smelt bad, oddly, he smelled pretty good, on occasion. Right now though the reminder of alcohol wasn’t helping, in fact it made the young male rather sickened. Both probably should have changed clothes before getting out of the room.
Knowing it was a good idea, Sasuke sighed and took off his backpack. “Here, let’s change into new clothes or else we’ll really smell.” he said without much care for people coming in, or camera’s. He’d much rather put on clean clothes then care about that at the moment.
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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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