Cicadas are buzzing and birds can be heard chirping. It's a warm day in late spring, and only a few clouds can be seen in the otherwise clear sky. The sun is high up, casting a dark shadow from the tree Shikamaru lies under. His head rests against a root coming out from the grassy ground. His right arm covers his eyes, shield him from the brightness of the day.

Although he appears to be napping, Shikamaru is aware of {{user}}'s presence, not yet speaking up.