[Don't worry, ninja cuddles are one thing he won't fight Yukimura over. The only reason he's accepting it now is because he doesn't trust his own two feet.
He accepts the cloth and drags it down his face with both hands, opening his mouth wide against it and breathing in and out and in again, because he's five.]
Whatever, I accidentally drank some actual poison once so I should be immune to boozing by aaaa hunnerd percent. At least.
[Then just keeps the cloth held there for another long moment, and when he finally lets it fall into his lap his distant, pensive gaze is a dead ringer for his otherworldly self's face.]
Even back then, if he wasn't... Ah, shit, I'm going to die here. Do I even know how to feed myself? [He does when he's sober, but...] Hey, Nin-nin, can I cook?
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He accepts the cloth and drags it down his face with both hands, opening his mouth wide against it and breathing in and out and in again, because he's five.]
Whatever, I accidentally drank some actual poison once so I should be immune to boozing by aaaa hunnerd percent. At least.
[Then just keeps the cloth held there for another long moment, and when he finally lets it fall into his lap his distant, pensive gaze is a dead ringer for his otherworldly self's face.]
Even back then, if he wasn't... Ah, shit, I'm going to die here. Do I even know how to feed myself? [He does when he's sober, but...] Hey, Nin-nin, can I cook?