[Oh. A part of him is conflicted, because despite his own past experiences with alcohol, a voice in the back of his head tells him that Shikamaru of all people, is better than this. That voice is quashed just as fast by the talk Chouji and him had early in the draft.
We will, huh.
So he shrugs and takes a seat - or well, he just crouches such that he's lurking near the ground with legs bent]
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We will, huh.
So he shrugs and takes a seat - or well, he just crouches such that he's lurking near the ground with legs bent]
Let's do it.