Yet instead of dribbles of paint it was just a clash and horrible disarray of different articles of clothing he had more than likely grabbed absentmindedly from the floor. Most days started by waking up late and getting out the door as soon as possible so who could possibly blame him? Though Naruto made it work and strutted with as much confidence as anyone else could possibly have. It showed through the way he stood tall and shook that rather cold hand just as he would with a close friend and just as warmly.
Walking towards where Ukon was seated, he let the heavy reading materials slap onto the tabletop before sitting himself. "Pride and Prejudice" was the manuscript of the week. He could only fathom how many bottles of cheap alcohol it would take to get through it...
"That's not all that promising. I like nice things, afterall." There was a waitress approaching them from the opposite side of the cafe and Naruto was already reaching for his wallet, digging casually in his pocket while he spoke, "But you don't seem all that bad so I don't think I'm gonna rethink meeting you all that much. Not yet anyway."
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