"You better be thankful," she hissed, shifting her weight, still slightly annoyed by the good luck kiss he'd coerced out of her before the match. Even after everything they'd done together, one little innocent kiss on the cheek had her bothered. There was something backwards about the whole thing, but the drop of blood that narrowly missed her (very expensive) shoe derailed that line of thought, and she looked up at him again.
Her heart shouldn't still be pounding like this--but it just looked so bad, even though the rational part of her knew it wasn't all his blood, that it all could've been much, much worse. Ino had been witness to her fair share of fistfights, had even been participant of a couple of her own, but this went above and beyond anything she'd ever experienced before.
And all she could think was, the dumbass is grinning. Had he been hit in the head too many times?
"Even though it really didn't do you any good," she added with a sigh, before reaching out and grasping his chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilting his head down to inspect his split cheek. "Look at you." Despite the gentle way this could have come out, she made it sound accusing instead, and frowned as she pulled away, avoiding another trickle of blood.
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