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[dangerouswind]

[Temari's back.

She's not sure she wants to be. She's keeping to the trees as much as she can, before she finally decides she really needs to get into the town and figure out what in the hell is going on.

There's blood smeared across her cheek. Her hands are scraped raw. Her wings -- normally tucked away under her clothes -- are ragged and missing feathers here and there. There's a wild look in her eye.

And she doesn't really know where she is.

This might not end well. At least she doesn't have her fan on her.]

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Your idea, not mine. [He'd say you're free to move anytime you like, but considering the situation, it's probably for the best you don't.

He opens the door to his apartment without another word, stepping inside without closing it. She can stand out there or follow - he won't force her either way.

...If she does follow, she's bound to notice the place is a mess. Of the broken furniture and giant hole in the wall variety. The wall hasn't had enough time to recover from its meeting with Chouji's fist, leaving chunks of it scattered in the apartment next door.

As for the furniture, with the mood he's been in today? Things were more likely to break further than get fixed if he got his hands on them.]

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[Temari follows him as far as the door, unwilling to step foot inside the apartment and watchful for any traps that might be there. She takes in the damage with wide eyes.]

What'd you do to this place?

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Wasn't me. [He jerks a thumbs towards the hole as he heads towards the coat closet.] Told you it was empty next door.

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[Uh huh. Yeah. Empty. She sees that. More importantly:]

What put the hole in your wall, then?

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Knowing Chouji, probably a fist. Apparently there's no stopping the Malnosso when they want to kidnap somebody, but you can't blame a guy for trying.

[Then before she can comment on that, he pulls something familiar from the closet.] Here. Your fan.

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[She takes another look around and the abruptly strides into the apartment to take the fan from him.]

About time.

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Tch. You're welcome. [He takes a step back once it's in her hands, wary of an attack if she decides to go that route.

If she doesn't? Well. He'll just go sit on the couch and wait to see what she does next.]

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[She does snap the fan open, but there's nothing malicious in her movement. She's simply checking it.]

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It pass inspection?

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It's dirty.

[But it's undamaged.]

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Huh. I'd have thought you would take better care of your stuff.

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Apparently, it's been in your care.

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I had Chouji take a dent out of it after you left, but besides that I haven't touched it.

[He leans forward.] Anyways. You have it back now.

[So what's your plan?]

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[She runs her hands over the slats, reverently, and then snaps it closed. For a moment, she stands in the room.]

I'm next door, yeah?

[It's weird; she doesn't know him but he's familiar and been nothing but helpful. But she really just wants to retreat and think.]

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Yup. [He points to the wall that isn't busted.] One over.

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[She nods and, hefting her fan, makes her way across the room. At the door, she pauses.]

Guess you kinda went outta your way.

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[He shakes his head.] Nah. I'm lazy, remember? Something like that would be troublesome.

I told you I couldn't walk away. Helping you was a part of that.

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Troublesome. [That's a word she's heard a lot of today. She nods once and slips out the door. You have officially been thanked, you ass.]

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[He grins to himself, then calls out as she leaves.] Food's in the kitchen.

[You're welcome.]