[ Naruto had been listening out for the indignant shout of surprise and mirth in response to his attack, or even a skillful dodge and rebuttal to punish him for thinking he could have ever gotten away with tickling in his mom, so the noise he hears definitely isn't what he expects. He has no reason to doubt the woman before him, however, and even if he did he's much too excited to let suspicion slow him down. He's expecting the physical contact for sure (though it's a little softer than he'd presumed it would be) and he steels himself against it. He swerves, leaning backwards and springing forward again as though he were made of elastic and the force hadn't even touched him. He's so invested in assumption, in fact, that when his 'mother' stumbles over his name, he barely even notices. ]
Eh? Is that all ya got? You're not that tired out from your mission, are you? C'mon, I can take it, y'know! [ His hands are outstretched again, and he leans in to make another attempt at tickling her sides. He'll never learn. ]
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Eh? Is that all ya got? You're not that tired out from your mission, are you? C'mon, I can take it, y'know! [ His hands are outstretched again, and he leans in to make another attempt at tickling her sides. He'll never learn. ]