Eh? Oh- Well, I thought you'd be taller somehow, y'know... I dunno why, I just imagined you towerin' over me.

[ Maybe it was a foolish assumption to make, and he laughs despite himself. All that talk of murder and pale skin and red hair and blood had him imagining some six foot brute with an angry disposition; a rather threatening thing to imagine, if he was honest, but upon learning that Gaara was the Kazekage's son and was also the same age as him, Naruto had to meet him.. To sate his curiosity if nothing else. Oh, but hold on- He frowns, his eyebrow quirking as he looks at Gaara with an almost conspiratorial expression. ] How did you know I was lookin' for you?