Already annoyed, Naruto glanced back at the man with narrow eyes, visibly tense by now. His cup had vanished under a table or perhaps trampled by dancing feet of the crowd right behind him.
"Neji," he snipped back, rolling on his heel to take up that space he once was, eyebrows lifted and crossing his arms so that he could tap agitated fingers against his forearm. Like he wanted to hear what the man had to say. Like it was simply important enough for him to stop everything he was doing to listen.
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