[1] Ramen Bowl | Friday 12th February

[kuramaless]

[He's not really looking at his communicator. It's been abandoned on the floor beside him - he'd meant to record something-- but the moment he'd thought of something to say, he'd gotten side tracked.

With his shirt up, he's staring down at his stomach, pulling a face much like a childish pout.]

Oi, K'rama. It's about time ya talk t'me yanno? I ain't heard nothin' outta ya since we got here. We're both here, so you should at least lemme know what you think about this place.

[Cue a quick prod to the centre of his stomach-- He doesn't seem convinced though. As he shouldn't be. Kurama is not with him. He knows that much.]

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[kuramaless]

... Five? Is that it?

[Sorry if you were expecting a different response.]

We can do it though! We gotta, right?! Work hard and stuff, then everyone can go back home.

[unfinishedstory]

...I'm not exactly from a world full of fighters, and I don't have a regular partner. I've left the city once so far.

*Geez, Naruto!*

...Right. *Why is your optimism so stupidly optimistic? She seems to accept this mindset, even if she's a bit hesitant.*

[kuramaless]

Ah-- Okay. I didn't know that, dattebayo.

[Still, he's totally setting himself a completely ridiculous target now.]

Yeah yeah. You goin' to trainin' and stuff?

[unfinishedstory]

Most people here are incredibly skilled fighters. I'm one of the few people from a peaceful world.

*Good luck with that...*

Probably going to soon, I usually train on my own but some things have to be done with others. *No matter how shy she is about morning training.*