His nerves were too shot to flinch when those dainty, manicured hands came near him, eyes crossing to watch as they adjusted his frames. Had he been smart he would have batted Neji away and let them fall off altogether, but he allowed the man this much, even bowing his face forward and into the touch. What could he do in a situation like this despite act on his anger awkwardly, not at all quite sure why he felt the way he did or without having full understanding of the situation.
The music was still loud, the bass heavy and echoing in his ears. In his inebriated world he was sure that he and Neji were the only people here or perhaps the only ones that mattered at that exact moment. In which case he lowered his voice again and rested his weight on that hand against the wall, just a hair of space between himself and the poor prey he'd captured. Not so much captured, even. Neji could damn well run if he really wanted to and he was far too stubborn to let someone like Naruto face him down. It made him laugh, right there against the Hyuuga's ear, "But you'll do everything else with me when I'm trashed. Won't you. Your standards, man. Y'should work those out before you make decisions like that."
Then he stood back up, wobbling slightly as he glanced around with a sorry scowl. Where did that silly cup get off to...
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