Under the influence it was far easier for Naruto to open up. He didn't try hard to cover up what he was thinking and felt things going on in his heart and mind with such refinery that the headache the next day couldn't be entirely blamed on too many jello shots. Tenten seemed like the only one that really got it, though. What that foggy, shine in Naruto's eyes really was while completely inebriated. So it might not even work with anyone else. Whether that was the luck of the draw or a curse, however...
"Not 'going'. It was handed to me." He silently appreciated Ukon's voice as he rambled on about the CD and the English... All things that went in one ear and out the other, with bits of information sticking so that he may use it later. Maybe finding the soundtrack wouldn't be such a bad idea. He really did hate bothering his friends to rehearse with him for these dreaded plays.
Shaking his head, Naruto laughed at the idea and waved his hands in front of his face. "Don't get me wrong, I like what I do for the most part! But when you're not getting paid for it it's just annoying. The more lead roles you got here means the more offers on the outside." With that he motioned to the window and the streets just beyond the campus. "I need all the help I can get..."
The coffee was brought and he took his time to nod a 'thank you' to the waitress as well as grab the sugar box against the wall. "But between you and me? I think I just like playing dress up."
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