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[dangerouswind]

[At some point during the afternoon, as you walk across the town or through well-used paths in the fringes of the forest, you may feel as if you're being watched.

Yes. You.

A fleeting shadow, the feeling of eyes following your every move, the feeling that you can't shake a follower. You know the one. It makes the hair at the nape of your neck stand on end. Makes you paranoid and jumpy. Or maybe just amused. Annoyed. Whatever it does, it's there.

Temari's not trying too hard to stay unseen. It's less training and more something to do. You might turn around and see a ninja standing behind you. Maybe she's touching down next to you. Maybe you're attacking. (She won't like that much, to be honest, but maybe that's how you respond to being watched.)

There's a ninja stalking you. What do?]

Comments

[anxiousgrace]

Well, did you want to do anything in particular? Aside from stalking me?

[dangerouswind]

Ah, no. [Just a little awkward. She knows.]

[anxiousgrace]

[...}

Do what you like.

[dangerouswind]

... Do you often suck all the joy out of life?

[anxiousgrace]

[She give a half grin at that.]

I'm a teacher.

[dangerouswind]

It's in the job description, then.

[anxiousgrace]

Not quite, but it's heavily implied.

[dangerouswind]

If you're anything like my teachers, it's more than implied.