http://dangerouswind.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] dangerouswind.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] dangerouswind 2011-08-29 08:50 pm (UTC)

[Action, August 24]

[It's only a few hours into the 24th that Temari makes her way back to her apartment. After the draft announcement -- on her birthday, no less -- she'd gone out for some much-needed venting. Unfortunately, her venting had turned to trying to meditate had turned to simply sitting at the edge of the forest and thinking far too much.

Gaara had followed Kankurou home and left her here. Shikamaru was still gone, gone long enough that Temari wondered if he'd ever return. Not that she was worried. Never was, about his damned...

... Is there something sparkling in front of her door?

Full stealth mode engage. Really. Because... sparkling in front of her door ranks up there with very strange things. Upon come closer, she stops. Speak of the devil.

Before she can hide it, a moment of sheer, raw emotion shows: eyes closed, shoulders slumped, and a deep (albeit a little shaky) breath. She reels it in, swallows hard, and hopes that he's still asleep. She takes a few steps forward and nudges his knee with her foot. (Any other time and she might have just kicked him. Hard. But he gets a free pass this time.)]


Oi, Nara. Something wrong with your own apartment?

[Also. Sparkling. What's up with that?]

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