[ Fabric rustles as she starts slowly climbing out of bed... great dragon ancestors, it feels like her head is going to explode. Why does everything hurt. ]
[ Twenty minutes gives Sakura just enough time to wash her face, brush her teeth, put on clothes, and tame her hair into something that looks presentable. Moving is still really difficult, but she's easily motivated into doing it so that she doesn't look like a mess in front of Miss Sakura.
When she answers the door, her smile is friendly if a little strained—she's not really enjoying this whole hangover business. ]
[ At least she mercifully keeps her voice low for the girl's sake. Sakura is a firm believe in tough love and usually has little sympathy for people suffering the consequences of their own choices, but it seems as though Sakura-chan had no idea this might happen. She wouldn't be surprised if she'd never had much alcohol before.
In one hand, she carries the reason for her delay: wrapped up food from the mess hall. ]
I don't have my chakra here, so we'll have to do the old-fashioned hangover cure, I'm afraid.
[ Her face lights up a little at the food Miss Sakura brought—she's touched by the older woman's generosity, a small part of her enjoying the feeling of... being taken care of again. As if by a mother. With both of her parents buried and without her oldest brother, who treated her somewhere between a daughter than a sister, it's been quite a long time since she had any parental figures in her life. Miss Sakura reminds her that... she missed it. ]
It's all right. That smells really good. [ The mess hall produces some questionable food... either they did well today or she's just really, really hungry. Maybe it's both.
She starts to move out of the doorway before stopping, her gaze on Miss Sakura inquisitive. ] Should we eat here?
[ It's nothing too fancy. Eggs, toast, bacon, things that fill you up and soak up the alcohol. It's simple, but then again, that makes it pretty difficult to screw up. The sorts of things she imagines she'd have made for Sarada's first hangovers (not, admittedly, the sort of firsts you record unless you want to embarrass your kid later. Which she might have.) ]
Up to you. Light makes the headache worse for some people, but if you'd rather get some fresh air we can go outside.
[ Her headache is pretty impressive, but she can't deny that fresh air might be just the thing she needs right now. She likes quiet spaces, but not necessarily confined ones. Her favorite places in the palace back home were the gardens—it always relaxed her to sit in the shade of trees, listening to the soothing calls of birds. ]
[ Small Sakura will also wave to Sasuke before they go, a small consolation for the fact that he's not invited to their little picnic. Who needs him anyway. ]
N-No. [ She sounds a little sheepish, keeping her head down as she follows Miss Sakura down the hallway leading out of King Hall. ] I'm not even sure... b-but I think it was the drinks I had with Bolin. I didn't know...
[ That raised eyebrow—Sakura is familiar enough with the expression from her mother's face that she has a feeling this won't bode well for Bolin. In his defense, she probably misunderstood him... ]
Is that so? [ She hums thoughtfully, a lot of her symptoms making sense. She probably should've had more water last night... ] I see... that explains a lot, doesn't it?
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[ Fabric rustles as she starts slowly climbing out of bed... great dragon ancestors, it feels like her head is going to explode. Why does everything hurt. ]
Um... h-how did you know I wasn't feeling well?
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[ If Sakura thinks this is bad, she should have seen Tsunade the morning after a bender. ]
Why don't you get some water, get dressed, and I'll get you something to eat?
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Well. Moving sounds really difficult, but she's also hungry too. If only her head didn't hurt so much... ]
Y-You don't have to... but that would be really nice. I'm pretty hungry.
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[ She doesn't have to, pfft. Of course she doesn't have to, but she's going to anyway.
Sure enough, there's a knock on her door about twenty minutes later. ]
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When she answers the door, her smile is friendly if a little strained—she's not really enjoying this whole hangover business. ]
G-Good morning.
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[ At least she mercifully keeps her voice low for the girl's sake. Sakura is a firm believe in tough love and usually has little sympathy for people suffering the consequences of their own choices, but it seems as though Sakura-chan had no idea this might happen. She wouldn't be surprised if she'd never had much alcohol before.
In one hand, she carries the reason for her delay: wrapped up food from the mess hall. ]
I don't have my chakra here, so we'll have to do the old-fashioned hangover cure, I'm afraid.
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It's all right. That smells really good. [ The mess hall produces some questionable food... either they did well today or she's just really, really hungry. Maybe it's both.
She starts to move out of the doorway before stopping, her gaze on Miss Sakura inquisitive. ] Should we eat here?
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Up to you. Light makes the headache worse for some people, but if you'd rather get some fresh air we can go outside.
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C-Can we go to the courtyard, then?
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[ With that, she smiles and leads Sakura out of the room. (Is Sasuke there?? I don't know?? If he is she'll wave at him before leaving.) ]
I'm guessing you haven't drunk that much before, huh?
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N-No. [ She sounds a little sheepish, keeping her head down as she follows Miss Sakura down the hallway leading out of King Hall. ] I'm not even sure... b-but I think it was the drinks I had with Bolin. I didn't know...
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With Bolin? [ Cue a raised eyebrow. Mental note: tell him to be more careful next time. ]
Whatever you had, alcohol dehydrates you. That's why you're feeling like this.
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Is that so? [ She hums thoughtfully, a lot of her symptoms making sense. She probably should've had more water last night... ] I see... that explains a lot, doesn't it?