「— ❦」 Sky coloured irises flicker towards the only entryway, making certain no unwanted visitors overheard their conversation. Instead of continuing with his offer, the child merely smirks, directly the conversation to a different topic that would soon lead into his request. ❝How much do you love your son—?❞
The line had to draw drawn somewhere and she was drawing it there. With the skills of a highly trained shinobi — and thanks to the fact they were so close — Temari reached out to capture the boy in a head lock.
" I've had just about enough of you. "
Knuckles pressed against the top of his head, the threat of noogies a very serious one in this moment.





















