| [Naruto is stretched out in one of the seats in an empty theatre, snoring slightly. He starts suddenly, waking up and looking around in confusion, blinking blearily as he rubs his tattooed eyes. He stands up to his full height, which isn't that much more than when he was a teenager, but he's definitely older; twenty, to be exact. And he's wearing his usual orange jacket, but with casual non-ninja clothes. He is not a ninja, in point of fact.]
[He scans the theatre in confusion. This doesn't look like the theatre in Konoha, that's about all he knows. Frowning, he moves from the cramped aisle and to the exit, following the little lights towards the door. He pushes it open, stepping out into the lobby and staring around in confusion.] What the hell? [he whispers to himself] |
