The subtle, barely there voice was a shock to him. One that made him jump a bit as Ukon braised by his side and caused him to twitch forward before giving the man a glance. "The one and only. Are you my prize?"
Tall. Pale [from what he assumed was a lack of light and not some horrible, terminal illness]. Dark hair... A lot like another friend of his. Just as pretty, he added mentally. But he knew quite a few 'beautiful' men. He chocked it up to either something in the water or the addition of make-up in their daily lives. His laugh wasn't internal at all. As to what he was laughing about he wasn't about to voice.
He must have looked out of sorts compared to the man what with his shaggy, displaced blond hair and clothes some would consider criminal on school campus. It could be blamed on the traditional 'art student' line, but it was too much of a bother justifying his originality. Hopefully Ukon had an eye for that diamond in the rough exterior Naruto was known for.
A smile spread on his lips then, wide and bright, and he brought his hand out to be grabbed, fingers wiggling, "I can be much worse. But if you treat me nicely I promise to behave. Ok?"
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