Hanging on the her reactions Naruto’s tight giddy expression was turned to the counter as he lifted a hand to scratch along, but mostly hide, his swelling cheeks. In a kind smile and playfully posed question she had him wondering if he’d been too liberal with his words.
“Hey sorry—” What else could he say other than, “Forget I said anything. We’ll talk about whatever you want.” Even if it wasn’t her. What family in the history of the universe wouldn’t appreciate a meticulously crafted masterpiece?
“Guaranteed you’ll love it. Just watch him work. It’s mesmerizing.” To that Teuchi rumbled with laughter, easily shaving years off his age in a beam.
Propping an elbow on the counter his gaze shifted to his lunch mate, an almost desperate grin playing at his lips. The kind that said she should throw him a bone… Despite already being beyond gracious in accompanying him.
“You gotta at least tell me your name though. I’m Uzu—Naruto. Just Naruto.” Talk about being loose lipped. He assumed she wouldn’t be offering up her family name, and also that she’d be just as fine remaining on a strict first name basis with him—a stranger.
— { ♣ } — “No, no, it’s fine, we can talk about each other, so on and so forth! You took me by surprise though, your words, I mean…” She laughs faintly, waving off his slightly stammered statements with another smooth smile.
She tilts her head, watching quietly for a moment as the two beside and in front of her interact with boisterous words and laughter. ’Peasants’ of the public streets were strange, to say the least.
She nibbles her bottom lip at his request before finally giving in, “My name… It’s Mikoto, Naruto-san. Yes, Mikoto, as in the Godess Mikoto and all that rather familiar jazz.” She giggles before fiddling self consciously with the long sleeves of her kimono styled clothing, “Though our meeting was strange… Thank you for allowing me to tag along, Naruto-san, seeing as I do not have the same energy as you do to have this sort of ‘fun’ or 'food’, heh…”
