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“Are you sure this is okay?”
Ino was sitting at Choji’s side and looked at you both dubiously while you exchanged the usual goods. For weeks, you gave him the village vouchers for food that were given to people short on money or currently in a long work or sick leave and he, in exchange, gave you his military rations pills.
“It’s fine, the food on the restaurants is way better than those pills. Since Sakura changed the recipe they taste so bland… I’d rather give them away.”
“And what will you do if you need them on a mission? These are not only about nutrients, they also help you refill your chakra, you know? I don’t want you to leave us stranded in a mission. Rather than that, I completely refuse to do your part of the job.”
She crossed her arms and gave you one of her best mean looks. Terrifying. You just gave a weak smile back.
“Well… that’s why I exchange them with Choji. Noone will bat an eye if he says he ate them already and needs extra.”
“Yeah, Ino, everything is under control! Plus, have a little mercy on her, you know she can’t ea-mpfh!”
You shoved a piece of bread into his mouth. Maybe it wasn’t subtle, but it was effective and that’s what matters.
“Anyways, Ino, don’t worry about us, everything is just fine the way it is. Also,” you rummaged through your backpack “you can have this one. It’s a coupon I got from Kakashi after a successful mission… the higher ups really get the best ones, haha. Well, it includes a dinner for two people in this very fancy restaurant east of town… and, if I heard correctly, they have a really, really good dessert selection. I’m sure you can find someone to enjoy it with!”
Choji’s eyes widen.
“Isn’t that the one with the expensive meat selections? Why didn’t you gave this one to me too?”
“Because it’s for two people and I didn’t think you’d have a partner to go with… sorry, darling. Oh, but I know! Why don’t you go with Ino?”
“There’s no way in hell I am wasting this with you! This calls for a date!”
“But Ino…! We are teammates! We’ve been through so many things! You can’t do this to me…!”
Distraction achieved.
You took the pills and slipped out of the cafeteria, leaving them with their issues.
Time to go home.
If I’m careful I can make these last enough for Ino to forget about this…
***
Two days had passed and things had been… chill.
You spent most time flipping through the pages of the Icha Icha Series that Kakashi insisted on lending you and that you agreed to read because you were sure that there had to be… something in them to had Kakashi hooked onto the saga for so many years. You… you were still to find it. It proved to be educative if the reader was interested in how many synonyms and terrible metaphors you could use to refer to breasts and genitalia, though.
When you got bored, you slept. Needless to say, you slept a lot and your circadian rhythm was quite messed up. And you still woke up exhausted and nauseous. Ugh, the nausea… it never seemed to stop, really, it just got worse when you got up… you were… so tired of that shit.
So… you stopped your alarm without bothering to go get the pills you were supposed to had that day. Not in the mood. Maybe later. With some effort, you got out of bed. You were spending way too much time under your sheets and now your bones cracked easily.
Huh. You used to be among the most flexible back when you were active.
“Back when I was active? Man, I sound like an elder.”
It had been only 4 months ago that you got poisoned, after all.
You had been acting as a double for a wealthy woman that was the target of a noble she had been close to in the past. According to the client, they didn’t end in bad terms, but he had made some confessions he did not want people to know so he hired an assasination team to cut out any loose ends. Something you and your team were aware of, by the way.
But, sometimes, situations get complicated.
So you ended up having to win time and make the assassins relax, even if that meant eating the poisoned soup they so insistently offered you. You knew the damn soup was poisoned, but you definitely could not take 10 guys by yourself (not that that kind of fight was your speciality, either) and the clock was ticking ever so slowly…
Knowing that they were going to use the kind of poison that was supposed to be undetecable and lethal, you narrowed the possible antidotes to three. You drank them all when you refilled your wine glass and basically prayed.
Either the antidote or your prayers made you get out of that situation alive, which one, you didn’t care.
But it still took a toll on your organs. So many nephrolithiasis. Unending vomits and heartburn. Both a literal and metaphorical pain in the ass.
Specially when you were told that your blood tests were looking good again.
You were technically free of poision, you had been for almost two months. And your body still traeted food as if it was some kind of nightmare, no matter the recipe or the amount of anti-nausea pills you tried. You had had to resort to military nutrition pills, which you took together with the rest of your meds.
The new recipe was designed to be complemented with actual, real food, you knew that. But… it would get better soon enough. You just needed some patience. Even if that meant no more outings for months. There were always things to do, after all.
I should wash the sheets and towels.
The weather looked a little too gray to your taste, but you had an indoor clothes line in the bathroom that could do. You just had to get to the laundry basket, take the dirty clothes to the washing machine and hang them… all together, it wouldn’t take more than 20 minutes of work. And there was time to rest between the tasks, too.
Laundry basket. Washing machine. Clothes line.
Move, damn it.
Basket.
You grit your teeth.
Washing machine.
Come on. Not now.
Tightened fists.
Clothes line.
Crack.
The coffee table in front of you started leaning towards you; one of the legs, destroyed by your kick. Three volumes of Icha Icha fell to the ground.
You… you would fix that later. Yes. While the clothes where in the washing machine.
You used to be good with pressure. Hell.
This kind of mental duel against yourself… it was exhausting. It was deterring everything you did to get better. To be functional. To be yourself.
But you did it. The sheets thing, not the miraculous recovery, that is. You were taking your current dirty sheets to the dirty laundry basket when something terrifying made you drop them in the ground.
Ding .
Who was that? You didn’t like visits. You told everyone and turned every surprise visit down.
But the person who wanted to bother you was insistent. The high-pitched doorbell wouldn’t stop.
So persistent. So annoying. So difficult to pretend to be asleep to.
Diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
3 minutes.
“Not giving up, huh?”
I’ll pretend to have woken up to the damn thing and get whoever that is to leave.
You tried your best to look your worst (not that hard, giving the conditions you were living in).
Making sure to block the door with your left foot, you opened it.
“Hey.”
That tall bastard of a squad leader was just leaning on the wall in all his glorious careslessness, not having bothered to even comb his silky silver hair or to get a clean vest to visit. Like he was just ‘passing by’ or something (which he was not, you lived quite far from him).
“Kakashi? What are you doing here?”
“Checking on you.”
Not even bringing up an excuse.
“I don’t need you to do that. Appreciate it, really, but I was just sleeping and… it is kind of a bad timing, you know? Dirty apartment and all that. Maybe we can meet another day?”
“Maybe not. I am still active, so… free time isn’t a given. I won’t pry or anything so…”
Then don’t come waste it here??????????
“So what? You can’t come unannounced and expect me to-”
He quickly kicked the sole of the wooden sandal that was in the middle of his goal (you? your apartment?) and pushed you back just hard enough for you to loose your balance, thus making your body weight shift from the door and opening it fairly easily. You managed to squat on the other foot just in time not to fall on your butt in front of your superior.
Will I be able to headbutt his balls if I get up fast enough?
He took three steps back, reading your intentions.
“Come on, don’t be a child. You know this is an ordinary thing to do for a teammate who has been out of the game for so long.”
“Maybe I would believe that if you were not like… the most carefree adult in the whole Land of Fire. You…” you pointed your finger at his chest “ we don’t do that”. Just then, you noticed the white plastic bag he had been carrying the whole time. A present?
“But I guess I could forgive you for thinking of bringing a souvenir.”
“Easy to bribe, as usual.”
Even though his eyebrows were usually covered by the village forehead protector, you had learn to identify the tension around the skin of his eyes as him arching his brows.
“Not everyone is a genious jonin with a high salary. What did you bring? Towels? I need towels!”
His eyes wondered around the living room he let himself in. Dirty clothes still laid around, waiting to be picked up.
“I can see that.”
You punched him in the back, right on the left kidney. He had an old wound there.
He didn’t complain verbally, but you could just sense it had hurt.
“You said you would not pry.”
“And you said ‘I can take care of myself’, yet here we are. People lie.”
The way he just said it… just brushing it off with a shrug, like he didn’t drop an emotional bomb… asshole.
“What gives you the right to judge if I am taking care of myself? A few clothes on the ground? I bet your apartment is way filthier. We’ve camped together and your backpack is always messy.”
Ah, there he was again, distracting you. Making your inner child pop up, just like an invocation. That’s why you didn’t want him near you when things got rough. He made a fool out of you twelve out of ten times.
“If you keep gritting your teeth like that, you are going to break some of them. Don’t get so tense, things don’t have to be like this every time you are having it rough.”
“Then stop making me furious, dumbass! And move, that’s my sofa, I want my spot.”
He casually moved to the right, leaving you the seat in the middle. His eyes looked like two black doors to the nothingness in itself, telling you nothing, as always. He used to bring up how you were sooo easy to read for him (you weren’t! You won at pocker! You could hide your feelings! Just… not to him and his oh-so-special eyes), like he was trying to press you for not being able to do the same with him.
But it was okay. It was fine. You had been working together for seven years now. You knew his ways, his customs, his routines. You could predict him just as well as he predicted you. The only forbidden realm were his feelings. Not getting anything out of him against his will.
Silence dragged on and on, as if time itself had decided to stop just to make sure you could live with every fiber of your being the intensity of this uncomfortable moment.
“Ready to start over again?”
He wasn’t looking at you; instead, he was looking at the broken coffee table. Giving you time. Trying to pretend this wasn’t about you.
You sighed.
“Yes. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. We needed that out of your system, first.”
“Won’t apologize for having feelings. You should have them, too.”
A soft laugh, so soft it almost felt like it never was there in the first place.
“I make sure to not let people know which buttons to push, but that doesn’t mean I am a statue.”
You turned to look at him as if he had said something astounding.
“Is this… is this the day Kakashi Hatake finally opens up about his feelings?”
There it was again. That tension. That smile hidden by the mask, but visible for those who knew where to look.
“I don’t know. Maybe, if you earn it. This weather is a little nostalgic. I might let you know a secret or two. But. That means you must be honest with me, too.”
His tone had gotten serious again. You had heard him use that deep voice when fighting someone he respected.
“At this point… is there any way I can get you out of my house without giving you what you want?”
“Nah.”
Another sigh, followed by a new silence, a silence full of words unsaid that tasted like confessions.
“What do you want to know? Or, rather, what do you think you know, already?”
You struggled finding a position for your legs. Maybe it annoyed him, maybe he didn’t even think about it; thing is, he put his left leg on top of your right one. Just like that, sharing his heat and his weight with you, as a domestic cat does with its master.
Your heart skipped a beat.
“Comfy?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“Will you tell me what you assume is happening or do you plan on making me interrogate you instead?”
“How impatient. I was just thinking on how to word it to avoid your outraged screams. Ino spoke with me the other day. Apparently, you have been consuming many soldier pills from Choji.”
You nodded. If he was here, he got Choji to confess.
Treacherous pig.
“Instead, he has been getting your coupons for food. That, by itself, does not really mean anything, though. You could have been buying your groceries with your savings, keeping the soldier pills for training or something. But, you have been off since you got your medical leave; you even turned down presents. I have known you for seven years and I’ve never seen you reject anything free.”
You elbowed him lightly.
“You make me sound like a scrooge.”
“If it looks like water, smells like water and tastes like water… it is, most likely, water. Anyways. I thought I’d ask around, just to your closest groceries staff. They literally thought you had died in battle. That’s how absent you have been. Add up the poisoning and… even Naruto could have guessed that you are not eating proper food. That you haven’t done so in months.”
“Okay, squad leader getting in other people’s business, you did it, you cracked the code. Yay, congratulations, amazing…”
“Being heavy on the sarcasm won’t take us anywhere.”
“I think I am allowed to be upset about this blatant invasion of privacy. So,” you lowered your gaze, staring at the books that fell to the ground before, “what do you plan to do, exactly? If you are right, that is.”
“You already admitted…”
“If you don’t have hard proof, my lawyer will deny everything.”
He scoffed and gave a certain type of look. If you were not you and he was not him and this was a completely different situation, you would have said that it was… tender.
Not a chance. Of course.
“You don’t have a lawyer, you just said you’re tight on money.”
Why cannot he be like the other men and just… not listen to what I say? It’s so annoying.
He sighed.
“You know. I have been suspecting this whole… thing for some time now. But I asked Sakura to search your medical file, you know, as your squad leader. We have… discussed things. Sort of. And we think this whole situation resembles more a conscious decision to refuse to eat rathen than an avoidance of physical symptomathology.”
You thought about lying. You were good at that. But, looking at him, at all the work he had done (and you knew there were many other interrogations he wasn’t mentioning)... you wondered if your best lies would convince him for long.
I’d rather face him now.
“You are right, yes. Of course I am no longer poisoned. I just don’t feel like eating, for now.”
A declaration of guilt. Short, straight to the point, simple.
“And, if you continue to do so, your digestive system will stop accepting regular food. And soldier pills… you know they are for emergencies. If you take them non-stop like you have been doing, your chakra system is going to get permanently fucked up.”
“So? I remember talking to you that night at Kiba’s party. You were all for things like ‘my body, my choice’ and stuff like that, weren’t you?”
He took a long breath between his teeth.
“That does not mean that I will let yet another person that is close to me to wither away. But instead of facing me like an adult you keep trying to change the topic.”
“What can I say? I am just a girl…”
“You’re a definitely not ‘just a…’! Ah, there you go again. Well. Whatever. You will talk when you want to talk.”
I WON??? I CAN’T BELIEVE I WON! GOOD RIDDANCE, HATAKE KAKASHI.
“But I won’t go until I am at peace knowing that you have some necessary nutrients in you. And, before you even try… come on. We both know who is the stronger fighter here. Not to mention that even an academy student would be able to overpower you with how weak you look.”
You gasped. What he was saying was… absurd.
Of course he was stronger, always had been, but you still had your pride. You were a soldier, you did your training! And it was your house, you obviously had the advantage!
“You are getting out of my damn house now, Kakashi Hatake.”
“Make me, if you can with those noodles you have for arms.”
He was already heading to the kitchen, showing his back to you and all, not bothering to adopt even a little of a defensive posture.
“Fucker…”
He ignored you, naturally. He was way busier cleaning your mess of a kitchen. Since you weren’t really using it, you figured you could use it as a storage room.
“What are your make-up brushes doing here?”
“I wanted to clean the bathroom but things were in the middle, so I just brought them here.”
Then you realized it was closer and easier to use the sink of the kitchen for most things and left them there, but he didn’t have to know.
“Whatever. I figured out it would be messy, that’s why I bought pre-cut vegetables. I also assumed you might not have miso, so I bouth this capsule-thing that is supposed to dissolve in boiling water. I only need a pot. Ah, ah, ah, no, don’t argue, just point to the cupboard I have to look in.”
You frowned. He was being awfully insistent, given his usual laid-back behaviour. Maybe you could… give him a chance. Uh, well, not him , his soup!
“It’s in the left one, I’ll fetch it, it’s in the back.”
You got on your knees and practically crawled into the cupboard, looking for the bigger pot. You normally used the individual one, so the couple set was always a little hard to reach.
“So collaborative all of a sudden! I don’t know what you are plotting, but I am thankful you decided to act like a good girl.”
Maybe it was all the mediocre porn you had been reading, but the words he chose startled you so much you hit your head with the wooden piece of furniture.
“Shit.”
He crouched to get to your current height and, again, you could just hear his wicked smile.
“Oh, my, my, what could you have been thinking…?”
“That I will kick you in the balls.”
“Come on, that’s getting old.”
“And you’re getting older so if you haven’t had children yet I don’t think they’ll be of much use to you anyways.”
“While I appreciate your interest for the natality rate of this village, I think I can make that decision by myself. The pot, please?”
You sensed his hand near you and gave him the damn pot.
The next 20 minutes you spent coming and going to and from the kitchen. On one hand, watching your squad leader cook was always kind of mesmerizing. He took every step very seriously, but with a different look that the one he usually had on the field. Also, he sometimes forgot himself and hummed some random melody, which reminded you of someone you liked long ago. But the nausea you got from seeing the soup cook was fierce, too, and you forced yourself to get away from its smell to avoid a nasty situation.
Maybe you couldn’t do this at all. Maybe you had just wanted to believe that you could so bad, you convinced yourself of that.
If he noticed your dilemma, he didn’t comment on it. He just plated everything in two bowls (one, significantly smaller than the other) and, while it got closer to a decent temperature, he found random items he used to put under the broken leg of the table, balancing it. You helped him, of course; anything to delay the inevitable. You managed to win ten minutes.
He finally looked at you with an eye so black it made ravens and charcoal and moonless nights pale in comparison. It was a careful look, almost kind.
“You ready?”
You sighed.
“Yes.”
“Liar.”
“No, then. Whatever I answer, you will impose your opinions so, why bother.”
“You make me look like some kind of dictator.”
“How did it go…? ‘If it looks like water, and smells like water, and…’”
He made a gesture with his hand, almost like he was trying to send your words along with the air current that was getting in the room now that he opened the windows.
“I know that your stubbornness doesn’t allow you to see the situation for what it really is, but, I swear I am just trying to help you.”
You stayed silent, so he went on. Of course he was unusually chatty today.
“No comments? Okay… anyways. I can guess this is somewhat of a difficult situation for you. I understand that, I think. I cannot let you avoid it any longer, but I will help with the task ahead. Would you like it better if I try to give you some kind of distraction or would you like to face it directly?”
“I would like you to shut up.”
You felt horrible. It was a kids portion of what felt like… mud, or poison, or lava, or all three combined. Even if it looked like a perfect bowl of soup, to your body… it just felt wrong. But, of course you knew those sensations. It was not the first time you tried to ingest real food since the incident.
That wasn’t the problem, not really.
Kakashi pretending to read one of the Icha Icha volumes he lent you while casually looking at you was, however. It just felt so humiliating. You could handle defeat by miso soup, it would not be an easy pill to swallow but you could make an effort. But, the embarrassment that turned something inside you upside down, the way your blood rushed up to your cheeks, the heavy weight of his attention on your shoulders… that was the real issue (well, and the damn soup, yes, that too).
Time went on as you tried to put everything in order inside you.
“Are you planning to glare at it long enough I have to reheat it?”
“Kakashi…”
“Come on. Try it, at least. It is a heartfelt gift from your squad leader, you know.”
His commentary was light, but his stance wasn’t. He was not menacing in the least, of course, but he was making sure you were aware of his presence. You sighed and picked up the spoon.
“Next time, just send me a gift card.”
And in it went. You made sure to only get liquid, but, still, you did it. You swallowed as fast as possible, trying to end that first trial as soon as possible. Maybe you would be able to eat the subsequent spoonfuls more easily after your body considered the first one to be “safe”.
Hopefully.
“See? I knew you could…!”
The way Kakashi was beaming was stopped by your sudden rush towards the bathroom. Shame got to the top of your ears and mortification tried to look for tears in the corners of your eyes. See, you were trying to hold it down. You were trying to stay in control. You really, really were. But the way your body rejected the salty flavours of the soup, the urgent need to just brush your teeth for hours straight until you couldn’t even taste the mint of your toothpaste, the protests of your digestive track just begging for it to get OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT… it was dizzying.
But you were good at that. You knew pressure and you knew panic and you knew improvisation. You reminded yourself you could do this. Counting the seconds you let the air in, out and in apnea was first.
You were doing good, when something cold against your neck made you lose count. You were jumpy, but not jumpy enough to get one of your hidden weapons and throw it against the intruder in the bathroom. Kakashi made it a little easier managing his presentation to look calm but somewhat smaller than usual. You had been in this position before. Some missions, you helped him. Some, he supported you. After so many years of teamwork, you both knew what worked with the other best.
Again, the got some cold water on his hands and cooled down your nape, the crown of your head, the inner part of your arms, the start of your back, what he could reach under the neck of your clothes, at least.
It felt bad, it felt really bad. Awful, even. You had worked so hard to win his respect and now it was being risked by some stupid soup.
But, after some (much needed) time to collect yourself, you finally opened your eyes and gave his reflection a proper look. And you felt so, so relieved to see that his eyes remained the same. No space for pity. No ire, either. Just patience and calmness and some dull, passionless black.
He put his arm on your shoulder casually, almost as if it had just fallen over there by accident.
“I understand it is harder than what I had anticipated. I am sorry about that. I should have done better.”
You hang your head low. You knew what was coming.
“But… I also know you can do this. You are a ninja and a spy, and you are good at it. I have seen you overcome scarier, riskier challenges many times. I have given you some difficult tasks myself and you have always managed. And, once again, I put my trust in you, as a squad leader, but also as a teammate and as person. Soldier, be honest with me here: do you think you can try again?”
The solemn tone of his voice cause some sort of itching sensation inside you. You let a long sigh exit your lips.
“... I think so.”
“Then, let’s go back and think of another strategy.”
You returned to the battlefield that the table of your living room had become. While he heated the soup, he asked you to try and point what caused your reaction.
You reflected on it.
“The salt, maybe.”
“You found it salty? It tasted mild to me.”
You shrugged.
“I haven’t had any flavours for a long time. Maybe I have become too sensitive to those.”
He nodded, a little distracted.
Some minutes later, he poured water over your soup. He did it little by little, tasting it himself with little spoons, until he was satisfied.
“This is it. Perfect flavourless hospital food. If you get tired of it, I can always add some broth from my portion.”
To be honest, you weren’t feeling up for any of the available options. But Kakashi didn’t look worried at all, so you assumed you would have him around for the longest afternoon to ever have existed.
You breathed in through your mouth, preventing any smells to get to you. He put the spoon into your hand almost as if it was some sort of ceremonious kunai and you gripped it, the contact with his callous fingers brief enough not to overthink, but warm enough to serve as an encouragement.
The pale soup, with a floating bit of carrot, went into you with a quick swallow. Something in your throat protested with an embarrassing growl, but… that was it. That was it.
Still, there were about 18 of those left. It was too soon to celebrate.
“I think you were way more relaxed when you were under surgery on that mission in the Land of Water.”
Ah, yes, how to forget those lovely 15 cm of metal in your left lung. Your job always gave you some joyous memories.
“I am mentally prepared for those, at least.”
He had a bit of his soup with a thoughtful look on the part of his face he showed you. You started to think he actually used some kind of genjutsu to keep the illusion of a mask when he ate.
What does he do when he kisses someo - you shook your head. What kind of question was that??!!!
Trying to look for a way out of that very cursed train of thought, you gulfed down three more spoonfuls of soup.
He didn’t comment on it. Thank god, or you would have choked.
…
STOP, FOR FUCKS SAKE, STOP .
“You went red again. Is it too hot for you still? You could have told me.”
“Eh? Wh… no, no, it’s good, see?”
You had some more soup, directly from the bowl. Your esophagus protested and you stopped immediately. You didn’t want to look like a fool in front of him, but you hated the idea of puking by his side even more.
And, despise your best efforts, his wicked smile appeared again on those eyebrows.
“You really have been reading too many of these novels…”
Gulp .
You forced your indifferent face again. You were an actress, you could keep your cool.
More importantly: you had to.
“And I am fed up already! The writing is dull, the romance is forced, specially given how unimpressive the protagonist is and the erotic content is just the cliché representation of the wishes of any basic male out there. Also, why do all the women have enormous…? It’s unrealistic. And, in my opinion, if the main character is really THAT horny, he should have given it a go with his best friend in the cave, but, of course, expecting a bisexual man in those novels is too much of a reach, even if…”
The amusement in his gaze grew with every single critique, until he started laughing in a low voice. It was clear he was trying to hold it back, but he ended up roaring with laughter.
“What?!! Do you have a humiliation kink? You like it when I point out your horrible taste in literature?”
When he calmed down a little, he answered:
“Wouldn’t call it a kink, although I will make a note that you are interested in my preferences. But, of course I expected a sarcastic critique of the magnificent Icha Icha Series from you. And the fact that you have kept on reading it despite it proves my point: they are good enough you cannot avoid wanting more. Don’t worry, I’ll bring you the rest next time I pay you a visit.”
You thought of at least fifteen retorts, but you ended up eating a little more. Maybe it was okay if he came back some other day. Maybe. You would think about it.
He did the same, still laughing from time to time. He seemed inexplicably happy.
“What a weirdo.”
“As if you were any better.”
Fair enough.
And then, your spoon touched the wooden end of the bowl.
It was over.
IT WAS OVER!!!!!!!
You didn’t even want to fight it, but you noticed you were containing your smile nonetheless.
His hand messed up your hair.
“Come on, you did it. Allow yourself to celebrate the occasion.”
You looked into the bowl, embarrassed.
“But it was just a soup.”
“So? We all have our battles, and they all take their own form each. Some fear the rain or the thunder, some fear tombs or stares… you had soup to fight. That’s alright. You overcame it, and that’s all that matters.”
It was the voice of a friend, but also the look of a proud squad leader.
You gave him a timid smile.
“Thank you.”
“A pleasure. Now, let’s stay put for a while. Let’s see if you can hold it in.”
“I already decided I wouldn’t puke in front of you. But I could show you some worthy literature.”
“Hmmm… well, why not. But I will fall asleep if I get bored.”
“Don’t worry, I will pick a spicy play for you.”
“You mean you will read aloud a spicy scene for me? I knew you were just like…!”
“As a PROFESSIONAL ACTRESS!”
He made a disappointed noise, humorous.
“Aw… next time, then?”
“You WISH. Hell! What a perverted man!”
You could hear his snicker.