TWO WEEKS LATER...
Good. He was catching on.
Even if he was being kind of a dick about it. But she could deal with that, considering he was about to go and buy medicine with an applicator.
"It's just some... antifungal stuff," she mumbled, looking away, before digging around in the black hole that was her bag. "Or whatever. Here." She pulled out the slip of the paper the prescription was written on, folded into a tiny, nondescript square, and held it out for him. Miconozole.
"You know how crazy my dad is about me. He'd see the charge on my card and he'd get all suspicious and stuff and... yeah," she babbled, unexpectedly anxious. Which was ridiculous, because this was Shikamaru. "It's bad enough I had to skip rehearsals."
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