[And what a terrible hangover it is the next morning, indeed.
Iruka wakes up with a sore muscle spot somewhere between his shoulder blade and neck and with a pounding headache. He reminds himself that while Luceti is... generous with their flavored alcoholic beverages, and while they don't taste as strong as to what he is more used to back home, they are probably worst. All that that sweet flavor masking the real alcohol content of the darn thing.
(Ironic, how for a brief moment, Iruka you realize Luceti is exactly like the booze they make available to the public. Sweet and yet completely intoxicating. A lie.)
Iruka groans a bit and throws an arm over his head, and it takes a good while to remember why he is here. He knows why he had started drinking in the first place, he also knows that he had also reminded himself constantly to go straight home after the first bottle and continue drinking there instead.
Ah. So he did make it home. And crashed on the couch.
That... is missing one of those fluffy pillows he picked up that one time...
Oh.
Right.]
Oh no...
[Iruka digs both palms into his eye socket and sucks in a few breaths before even daring to attempt to sit up. Which is successful, way to go, sensei, no vomit yet! Except there had been vomit. He can smell it on himself and good lord this is Kakashi's apartment, and that means he must have --
Iruka promptly decides that he will just ask Kakash outright. If he threw up on him or not. And if he needs new shoes. Again.
Before that though, Iruka decides to make things right. The polite thing to do is to clear up the shit he might have caused. So once Iruka decides that he can actually bare the headache, he slowly and cautiously gets on his feet to find the bathroom to get himself together.
And hopefully, he'll get started on cleaning up (just in case) and breakfast as a sort of apology. Then he shall do everything in his power to make himself invisible to Kakashi, as much as possible.
Iruka decides, when he finds the bathroom door, that this is a magnificent plan indeed.]
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Iruka wakes up with a sore muscle spot somewhere between his shoulder blade and neck and with a pounding headache. He reminds himself that while Luceti is... generous with their flavored alcoholic beverages, and while they don't taste as strong as to what he is more used to back home, they are probably worst. All that that sweet flavor masking the real alcohol content of the darn thing.
(Ironic, how for a brief moment, Iruka you realize Luceti is exactly like the booze they make available to the public. Sweet and yet completely intoxicating. A lie.)
Iruka groans a bit and throws an arm over his head, and it takes a good while to remember why he is here. He knows why he had started drinking in the first place, he also knows that he had also reminded himself constantly to go straight home after the first bottle and continue drinking there instead.
Ah. So he did make it home. And crashed on the couch.
That... is missing one of those fluffy pillows he picked up that one time...
Oh.
Right.]
Oh no...
[Iruka digs both palms into his eye socket and sucks in a few breaths before even daring to attempt to sit up. Which is successful, way to go, sensei, no vomit yet! Except there had been vomit. He can smell it on himself and good lord this is Kakashi's apartment, and that means he must have --
Iruka promptly decides that he will just ask Kakash outright. If he threw up on him or not. And if he needs new shoes. Again.
Before that though, Iruka decides to make things right. The polite thing to do is to clear up the shit he might have caused. So once Iruka decides that he can actually bare the headache, he slowly and cautiously gets on his feet to find the bathroom to get himself together.
And hopefully, he'll get started on cleaning up (just in case) and breakfast as a sort of apology. Then he shall do everything in his power to make himself invisible to Kakashi, as much as possible.
Iruka decides, when he finds the bathroom door, that this is a magnificent plan indeed.]