[Appointment Post]

[dangerouswind]

Need to thread with Temari? Here's the place for phone calls and action threads that don't require a post to themselves. Please note [action] or [voice] and the date in the subject line.

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[Action, November 12]

[dangerouswind]

[Hello, Captain Oblivious.

She blinks at him and raises her hand in a sort of half-hearted wave.] There food in there?

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[endgames]

Yeah. [He grabs a Mountain Dew for himself.] What are you itching for?

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[dangerouswind]

[Automatically, she watches his lips...

...and ends up staring, because....

Well. Because. Damn it.]

Something more substantial than that.

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[endgames]

[But that's normal when you're deaf, right??

Of course.]

Tch. Believe it or not, I'm capable of reaching for other things.

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[dangerouswind]

[Perfectly normal. What else would it be?]

You sure you can handle it?

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[endgames]

[He feels like his joking got taken too seriously and frowns, confused. So he repeats himself.]

What do you want?

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[dangerouswind]

[Not so much too seriously as she just isn't in a joking mood.]

There's some lunchmeat in there. Grab that, would you?

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[endgames]

[Not a problem. He sets his can of soda on a nearby counter and fishes out the container of lunchmeat. There's a condiment in there too that he remembers Temari liking on her sandwiches. Assuming that's what she's making, he grabs that as well and brings them over, closing the fridge door with a nudge of his foot.]

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[dangerouswind]

[Oh, well. That's more than lunchmeat, but okay. She nods, catches herself looking again but it's perfectly reasonable to look, okay, because she's gotta be able to see him talking.

Perfectly reasonable.

Totally explains why she pretty much ignores him to make a sandwich.]

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[endgames]

...you're welcome.

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[dangerouswind]

[Can't hear you. Give her half a moment, though, before she turns around to say something.]

Grab me a soda.

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[endgames]

[....... 8|]

What kind?

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[dangerouswind]

[Why are you difficult?]

Anything.

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[endgames]

[Okay here, have his Mountain Dew. He hasn't opened it yet. 8|]

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[dangerouswind]

[She stares at it, then shakes her head. Quit being nice, would you?]

Something else.

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[endgames]

[He sighs, exasperated now as he opens the fridge again.]

There's a lot of drinks in here. Just tell me what to grab if you're not going to pick it yourself.

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[dangerouswind]

Just grab anything but that.

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[endgames]

[Fine, fine. He grabs the first thing, which is a cream soda.]

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[dangerouswind]

[Hmm. Cream soda. Not her favorite. She almost tells him to take it back, before making a face and taking it.

Probably wouldn't be very fair of her to tell him to get her something else.]

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[endgames]

[--NOPE HE SAW THAT. TAKING IT BACK.]

Troublesome woman... [grumble, grumble] Can't just say what she wants, nooo...

[HERE. ONE OF EVERY DRINK IN THE GODDAMN FRIDGE. HE LOOKS A CROSS BETWEEN DISGRUNTLED AND DETERMINED BUT DAMMIT HE WILL MAKE THIS PAY OFF.]

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[dangerouswind]

[WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? SHE WASN'T GOING TO BE BITCHY ABOUT IT, GEEZ.

With a huff, she'll be taking a can of cola.

Plain, regular, no-frills cola.

And then she can't resist a snide remark.] You can put the rest of those back.

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[endgames]

[...sigh.

But yeah, yeah. Moving to do so--]

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[endgames]

[--oh god he's become his father.]

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[dangerouswind]

[See, this is so much better than being distracted by lip reading.]

What's wrong with you?

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[endgames]

[HE'S EIGHTEEN HE'S TOO YOUNG FOR THIS MID-LIFE CRISIS BULLSHIT.]