[ normally sakura might take this opportunity to inquire further about his parents, his upbringing, how he'd met sasuke in the first place... but normally they're surrounded by other people, different distractions that probably would have caused her to miss that rueful pull to his smile earlier, before the kid had driven an edge too close to either of them. actually glad for the interference, if only to keep that darkened look out of his eyes, she lets the subject slip, wise enough to recognize that the timing wasn't quite right to pry. naruto's always been strangely tight-lipped about his family, and maybe there's a reason for it.

trying to do her part in keeping out any uncomfortable lulls out of their conversation, sakura breaks into a smile and, inexplicably, hops up onto the divider between the sidewalk and the beach. ]

Oh, I've actually always wanted to visit Kyoto! There was a school-wide field trip back in middle school I couldn't make—I was out sick with a fever, so... Had to miss all the good, touristy stuff.

[ her arms are spread out at her sides, wobbling as she tries to keep her balance. ]

I remember feeling sad seeing everyone come back with their souvenirs and gossip about who sneaked into whose room. It was a little silly of me, though.