[He makes a lot of noise, and this is certainly the kind of situation Naruto would get up in arms about- but being around Bolin has become really comfortable. Though they're still relatively new to one another, and they've only known each other a short while, there's just something different about it. He hasn't made many friends by trying to kill them right away, but maybe that's part of it. Bolin's already seen him at his worst, and even then he hadn't been scared or angry- he just wanted to help. (In his heart, it's that that stands out. Naruto has offered his hand to many people in his young life, but he doesn't have much experience with someone reaching for him first.)]

To be a shinobi? [The question is bright between them as Naruto settles in, their weight lining up easily from hip to knee. As the thought sits there, it's hard not to keep smiling. He remembers his first time training with Kakashi-sensei, when he and his team were supposed to take the bells from their instructor. Even back then he'd shirked off stealth and cunning to stand openly in the field and demand a fair fight.] I dunno, some people would say I don't act like one at all. But I guess I could show you a few things!

But but, you gotta tell me how you made that metal stuff fly around! Like when you got it on the dragon's face- and then when you stuck it on my arms? You didn't even touch it! Was that magic?