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Naruto tried to manfully stifle his grin. His utter excitement at seeing that stuck-up bastard get what was coming to him... but somehow, that translated through the fox-whiskered youth's system as leaning forward on his seat, grinning from ear to ear, a loud whoop of encouragement bursting from his lips, "Yeah! Whup his butt GOOD, sensei, dattebayooo~!"
The black haired shinobi rolled his eyes. "Tch..." he muttered, sending another glared at Naruto. "If he knows what's good for him, he'll shut up..." he told himself.
He gestured politely for Sasuke to lay down once he was comfortably settled, before he blinked, and eased off the black finger-glove of his right hand, and flexed the lengthy, blunt fingers as he did so, and gazed back at the Uchiha warmly, "Sa. Over you go, Sasuke-kun."
The whole situation made the Uchiha feel very uncomfortable, although, Kakashi's voice sounding oddly comforting. He looked down slightly at his feet, then back up when Kakashi commanded him to bend over. The Sharingan user looked at his lap for a moment, feeling like this was going to be thirteen all over again. He let out a small groan as he slowly bent over Kakashi's lap. He rustled a bit, not quite ready for all that was too come. "It won't be as bad as last time." he told himself. "That was back then. Now is now."
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