{Good son? Amazing son, and he holds high hopes that she does not forget it when he does something wrong. Consider it small reminders as to why it is never a good idea to throttle her son in a fit of rage. When she returns he scrambles to his feet, duck-patterned blanket still wrapped around his upper body and shuffles his way toward the door where kaa-san seems to have frozen. Is the heat smothering her? Naruto clears his throat, lips creasing into that ever-mischievous grin that seems to be a constant on his visage.}

O kaeri nasai, Miira. Haah? Why'd ya look so confused?