[ Naruto literally has a fist wound around the stem of the nearest plant and is in the beginning stages of preparing to tear it from it's home and throw it bodily across the road, but somehow the calm hand to his shoulder surprises him enough that he actually lets go, instead of accidentally acting out his plan.
He whips around, fixing the stranger with the same scowl he was giving the flowers, like a child scorned. Not far from the truth, really, except he's way too old to be sulking as hard as he is. ]
Oh yeah? Why not, eh? It's messin' with me, y'know!
:3!!!
He whips around, fixing the stranger with the same scowl he was giving the flowers, like a child scorned. Not far from the truth, really, except he's way too old to be sulking as hard as he is. ]
Oh yeah? Why not, eh? It's messin' with me, y'know!