[There's a little sound of surprise on her end and then silence.
This person is very sharp to pick up something like that from their short conversation. She must have slipped up somewhere, let her damn verbal quirk get caught up in a sentence without her noticing because that's the only thing they can hear -- her voice. It was harder to stop it when she was emotionally charged and this person was annoying enough to get her to that point.
And she still doesn't know who it is. Her voice isn't as annoyed or harsh or suspiscious anymore. In fact, she's almost smiling when she confirms, a silent and genuine pride for who she is for once.
Not Tomato. Not Red Hot-Blooded Habanero. Not the Kyuubi jinchuriki. But Naruto's mother.]
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This person is very sharp to pick up something like that from their short conversation. She must have slipped up somewhere, let her damn verbal quirk get caught up in a sentence without her noticing because that's the only thing they can hear -- her voice. It was harder to stop it when she was emotionally charged and this person was annoying enough to get her to that point.
And she still doesn't know who it is. Her voice isn't as annoyed or harsh or suspiscious anymore. In fact, she's almost smiling when she confirms, a silent and genuine pride for who she is for once.
Not Tomato. Not Red Hot-Blooded Habanero. Not the Kyuubi jinchuriki. But Naruto's mother.]
Yeah. I guess you really know how I know him now.
[And RIGHT BACK into irritation.]
So who are you?