Sai struggled to reach his destination. If there was a word worse than ‘struggle’, I would definitely be using it. Because he really was struggling. Both his hands, his arms even, were occupied by blank scrolls and canvases, limited jars of unique ink and paintbrushes…
Sai stood up, brushing dust off his knees. He knew he’d be meeting the blond somehow, sooner or later. He didn’t expect it like this, but hey, it’s a meeting nonetheless.
“Besides, I don’t see why my… size matters to you.” Were the words Sai heard after actually paying attention to Naruto. He was taken aback by this statement.
“Naruto-kun, of course it matters. I read in a book that the size of one male’s genitals improves the possibility of attaining the opposite gender. Or the same sex. Whichever matters to you.” With that reply, Sai tilted his head slightly to the right to feign innocence. And he was. It was the book that showed him the ropes, the tricks and the rules. Why should he get punished for it?
Ignoring the blonde’s wails from his own remark, he stared trying to pick up his paintbrushes. This proved to be useless as there is no way he was able to carry it back in his arms again. Maybe asking Naruto to “hang out” with him – as people would call it – is a better way to spend his time for today. Besides, he had a few questions to ask Naruto.