wakadattebayo:
Naruto looks upover the documents he was scanning (half heartedly, honestly—his eyes were beginning to glaze over) when Bolt enters the room. Setting said paperwork aside, a gentle smile played on his lips as he patted his lap.
"Best seat in the house, ‘ttebayo. And you know no matter how much work I have to do, I’ve always got time for my all-star."
-- The pout only grew in its size, his father, as he was aware of, was always at the desk, it was not as if he wasn't amazed in awe that his Oto-san was Hokage; it just.. took their bonding time away. Either way, the blond always found a way to grab the attention of his pap; stepping around the desk, climbing up onto the offered area.
-- Arms refolded across his ribs, brows narrowed at a deep angle, attempting to win the older male with guilt, his voice laced with murmur's. "Not enough, 'ttebasa.."
