[ He's surprised first of all by the fabric dropped over his shoulders, blinking down at it with a muted, sort of delayed recognition before focusing his attention on Houou, watching him as he sits beside him. He's close, which Naruto hadn't really been expecting since they were still pretty newly acquainted all things considered, but he's undeniably soothed by it.. The tactile reminder that he's not alone more than enough to loosen his expression and the tension in his frame, even if just a little.
The coat is comfortable - outwardly kind of gaudy what with all the feathers and birds on it, of course, but Naruto can't really expect anything else from a guy who's name is Houou. He clutches the hems of the hanten, tugging it better around himself. ]
Yeah, an' you should probably be asleep too, torioji-san.
[ The nickname slips out automatically since Naruto still doesn't have a handle on his brain filter, but it doesn't seem to embarrass him at all either way. ]
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The coat is comfortable - outwardly kind of gaudy what with all the feathers and birds on it, of course, but Naruto can't really expect anything else from a guy who's name is Houou. He clutches the hems of the hanten, tugging it better around himself. ]
Yeah, an' you should probably be asleep too, torioji-san.
[ The nickname slips out automatically since Naruto still doesn't have a handle on his brain filter, but it doesn't seem to embarrass him at all either way. ]