Fuck was a word in English, amongst a few others, that he knew well. He had to laugh in spite of the pain, because after cracking your skull open what else is there to do? Save for the fact that his ears were slightly ringing Naruto was able to make it back up into a standing position, the bottle being set down onto the counter before he could drop it and a hand coming up to take it's place. He acknowledged her with a glance and laughed again, bringing his hand back down without any need to check for blood. Karin could be trusted. "You don't know my boss..."
Naruto was a character that could brush off his embarrasment easily, casting it aside and continuing on with business without skipping a beat. That was his job here anyway. And again, what was brain damage? Nobody will be able to tell the difference.
"Some prize I am, huh? Smooth ain't my middle name," he said with humor in his voice, twisting around to grab two frosted glasses from the cooler beside him. He'd need the alcohol once his brain stopped throbbing. "You come out all this way for me and look at what you got."
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