[he continues to stare flatly at her for a couple of seconds, considering the situation. she knows him by name, and uses conventions particular to his native language...he's noticed that he can always understand people, after all, but their lips don't always match the movements. ino's do. so...probably someone from konoha, right? she doesn't seem to be wearing a ninja band but the people he's met from other villages have not tended to care what his name is. so, having concluded all of this, he firmly (but gently...and while also giving it a little consolation rub...) pushes away the dog giving him the most enthusiastic licks by the muzzle so he can talk to her more easily, this time letting a touch of annoyance enter his voice. the glow surrounding him fades a bit as he focuses on her instead of the dogs.]
Don't make fun of me.
[because sensei, really? probably a salty adult ninja ribbing at him for his recently-earned rank of jonin. hey, he's a smart guy, but the possibility of multiple timeline points being involved in this whole adventure has not occurred to him yet.]
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Don't make fun of me.
[because sensei, really? probably a salty adult ninja ribbing at him for his recently-earned rank of jonin. hey, he's a smart guy, but the possibility of multiple timeline points being involved in this whole adventure has not occurred to him yet.]