She could be more mature than a thirteen-year-old. Really, she could! It's why she didn't roll her eyes in response... yet, and bit down on her irritation. He's just a kid.
It's not worth it.
"Fishcakes are spiral patties that go in ramen," she said, forming her index finger and thumb into an approximation of a nartuomakis general size. "Red spirals on a white, kind of star-burst shape. Besides, don't most names mean something? I'm sure his parents had a reason, if they actually got to name him." She hesitated, knowing it was possible they might not have been able to. Still, for a name like Naruto, she had a feeling they had. "Unless Marco means nothing on your world, your name has some kind of meaning behind it, too."
She still hadn't specified who Naruto was, let alone Kakashi. "Something like 'likes being annoying,' or 'hits growth spurt later in life,' or 'likes to quote things from his world and assume people from other worlds follow exactly what he's saying and find it as hilarious as he finds himself.'" She smiled brightly.
It really wasn't fair to say to someone who acted so much younger at an age where she expected a different kind of attitude toward reality, which might have accounted for some of her looking mildly embarrassed and concerned. Sakura glanced away, crossing her arms over her chest. She got around to answering his questions about who these mysterious names actually were. (And ignoring his statement as to how naturally those marks had come -- because those grades really had come naturally. She'd been as much a teacher's pet as any other eager kid trying to prove to someone that she knew what she was doing, and that she was good at something.)
"Naruto's my teammate. Kakashi-sensei's my first instructor after the Academy. Along with Sasuke-kun, we're Team Seven." That was enough on that. If her posture was a little more defensive, her expression a little more closed off, it was because she didn't know how to talk about any of them. They all had to be waiting, sleeping in the pods.
no subject
It's not worth it.
"Fishcakes are spiral patties that go in ramen," she said, forming her index finger and thumb into an approximation of a nartuomakis general size. "Red spirals on a white, kind of star-burst shape. Besides, don't most names mean something? I'm sure his parents had a reason, if they actually got to name him." She hesitated, knowing it was possible they might not have been able to. Still, for a name like Naruto, she had a feeling they had. "Unless Marco means nothing on your world, your name has some kind of meaning behind it, too."
She still hadn't specified who Naruto was, let alone Kakashi. "Something like 'likes being annoying,' or 'hits growth spurt later in life,' or 'likes to quote things from his world and assume people from other worlds follow exactly what he's saying and find it as hilarious as he finds himself.'" She smiled brightly.
It really wasn't fair to say to someone who acted so much younger at an age where she expected a different kind of attitude toward reality, which might have accounted for some of her looking mildly embarrassed and concerned. Sakura glanced away, crossing her arms over her chest. She got around to answering his questions about who these mysterious names actually were. (And ignoring his statement as to how naturally those marks had come -- because those grades really had come naturally. She'd been as much a teacher's pet as any other eager kid trying to prove to someone that she knew what she was doing, and that she was good at something.)
"Naruto's my teammate. Kakashi-sensei's my first instructor after the Academy. Along with Sasuke-kun, we're Team Seven." That was enough on that. If her posture was a little more defensive, her expression a little more closed off, it was because she didn't know how to talk about any of them. They all had to be waiting, sleeping in the pods.
There was no other possibility.
None.