Not much in the way of manners, either, it seemed. One of Sephiroth's eyebrows twitched at the corner at the way that Naruto watched him while finishing his soup, fully expecting the spillage down his chin as a result from undue attention being given to eating and as a result wasn't all that surprised at the back-of-the-hand wipe at his mouth after wards. Disgusting. He parted lips as if to say something about it, then thought better of it and reset his jaw.

He wore it well though and averted his gaze away from the boy back over in the direction of where he'd said the ramen stand was.

"That depends. It's a little too warm for noodle soup." And messy, he neglected to add. Sephiroth wouldn't eat the way that Naruto had just done, in public or even privately.