dead god , the trip back to ino’s was a mess. leaning over in the wheelchair , teetering on the edge of consciousness with naruto having to keep her upright and snapping his fingers in her ear just to keep her lucid. getting her up the stairs was even worse. so doped up on the pain killers the dentist gave her. she wouldn’t stop tracing the lines of his whiskers , muttering between little bursts of giggles how much he looked like a fox , tussling his hair and patting his cheeks and telling him thank you over and over again for being just the sweetest for agreeing to take care of her for the evening. painkillers always did make her more affectionate.
they managed , thankfully , after ino kept dropping her keys and he had to finally tug them from her grasp and unlock the door himself. she’s on the couch now , swaddled in a blanket , gaze a little distant and watery but there's a cup of tea in her palms and she revels in it's warmth. the gauze is uncomfortable , and when she keeps trying to take them out he has to shout and tell her to shove them back in. it’s hilarious , really , the way she struggles to put them back in. gauze halfway hanging out. she tries to take a sip anyway , pouting. " gwos. "
