"This place could really use a woman's touch," the pinkette observed absentmindedly. "Maybe Hinata could help you tidy up?"
"It's like the bachelor pad from hell," Sasuke agreed.
Naruto shrugged, before letting himself plop down on the couch.
"I was a total slob as a kid," he conceded. "But it's not like I'll be inviting people over for dinner parties, or anything."
A sock chose that moment to wriggle its way out from under a stack of ramen cups. Stale and crusty, more brown than white, the article of clothing started crawling off the coffee table. Gurgling hideously, the vile thing flopped onto the floor with an audible grunt.
Naruto pinned it down with a lazily flung kunai, not even looking in the sock's direction as he continued chatting with his teammates.
Sasuke and Sakura spared a mildly disturbed glance toward the still-writhing garment. The bloodcurdling screams were rather disconcerting.
"Naruto," Sasuke said, looking slightly sick. "Please. Clean your damn apartment."