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‘ hey, ramen isn’t garbage ! it’s the food of the gods ! ’ naruto snaps back, insulted in the way he can only get when ramen is trashed on. he thinks shikamaru is only saying that in order to get a rise out of him, but still. ramen !
when dropped, he lands lightly on his feet ( he’s a ninja, after all ), not minding the weight of shikamaru on his own shoulders. grinning back at shikamaru ( glad to see the other so happy after everything ), naruto boasts, ‘ well, i guess i got’a teach you how to really appreciate ramen since you’d be paying for it ! to ichiraku ! ’
The male BARKED A LAUGH in response to his friend’s claims, the jest coming swift and easy to him. They walked in stride, now just as they always had. The air was light and the sun beginning to dip below the walls of the city and all was well with them both ( even if just for the night ).
Any onlooker would have assumed the pair d r u n k ——— and perhaps they were SLIGHTLY INTOXICATED these days, even without the booze. Shikamaru felt as though he were knocking his head back with shot after shot of these nights spent on the training field or in front of the shōgi board. The moon was often met with either reward or punishment for his CHALLENGES as the male would spend his nights out with Sakura, Naruto, or whatever other fool entertained his games.
They shuffle into the city and are met with the familiar lights and sounds they had GROWN UP on. Shika sobering up long enough to nod at the POSTED NIN outside the gates, he pushes his weight off of the redhead’s shoulders and stuffs his palms along the lining of his pockets. ❝ Ichiraku ? ❞ Nara’s nose wrinkles and he stares ahead thoughtfully, ❝ I know I said my treat but are you sure that’s your meal of choice ? ❞
「⦶」 ( @konohafist )












