Shikamaru had to be the most unlucky bastard in the center of the universe to be shacked up with the Barbie incarnate. Naruto highly doubted the guy really had much say in it at all. Even the giving blond angel himself had his limits for charity seeing as his nerves were fried as is. It's the survival of the fittest and if the scenario was completely different and they were all lions on the verge of death, well, he'd like to think the Ino lion would be eaten first. More for the pleasure of silence than anything supplemental.
"I said eight! You're punctual about sales ain't ya?! How's this any different?!" he yelled right back, almost getting a kick out of the banter and not quite taking his side of it seriously. Perhaps Ino did, but there's only so mean he can be before it just turns into playful teasing. "I bet if I were fifty percent off you'd be rushin' for me..."
There was something funny about the women in Naruto's life. He had yet to really know the grown up version of his childhood friend, Haruno. However, her outbursts and strong right hook were enough to build a sort of backbone of steel and jaded sensibility when it came to looks like the one Ino was delivering to him. No matter how many men had cowered at the sight, Naruto held his ground and gave an uncaring shrug.
All that wasn't even all that much. Ino was going to be a permed, perfumed special snowflake for tonight no matter what he did. "Diamond in the rough. Some people wear them like you, and then there's people like me. Who shine without goin' bankrupt." He leaned towards her, lips curling up in what was a taunting grin. "Can't y'just see me sparkle, Ino?"
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