@tensci // continued from ( here ).
AND IN LISTENING TO THE STORY --- Naruto couldn’t help but rest his chin onto the jounin’s shoulder, ears catching onto every word that was being spoken. When he heard even the smallest of recollections involving his parents, his heart warmed since he had never knew them deeply or grew up with them. Naruto couldn’t help his questioning sometimes and tended to blurt them out, even if they were intrusive and brought out memories from the past. Like any child that needed their parents, Naruto only wanted to know more and more about them and it made him happy to be able to hear those stories ( they were everything he ever imagined --- ). He almost chuckled at the fact that the picture reflected just as Kakashi explained, the distaste in the younger version of himself showing all over that covered visage.
He could only imagine his mother wanting to capture every moment --- and just speaking with her for a brief second all that time ago, impulsiveness probably triggered more photos like this than not. The trait ran in their blood, after all and eggplant ramen? Something like that would’ve probably been shoved down his throat ---
❝Heh --- did she take a lot of pictures?❞