Now that wasn't threatening. He highly doubted Sakura would creep into his apartment to tickle his face in the wee late hours of the night. He sighed in defeat and leaned in his chair, head propped back and letting the towel sit there all on it's own. "Chicken. No, both. In a big bowl. With tequila."
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