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

About time.

[endgames]

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.]

[endgames]

It pass inspection?

[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

It's dirty.

[But it's undamaged.]

[endgames]

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

[dangerouswind.livejournal.com]

Apparently, it's been in your care.

[endgames]

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.]

[endgames]

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.

[endgames]

[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.]

[endgames]

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

[You're welcome.]