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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

[dangerouswind]

Not improper, in my line of work. [She drops her hands to her hips.] Long enough and for no particular reason. You caught my eye.

[devourthemfirst]

So does that make you some private detective or spy or something? [ ...Feeling a little more uneasy. Does she know he's immortal? Is she immortal?] Gee, I wonder why. I'm just a little kid.

[dangerouswind]

[She shakes her head.] You just happened to be where I was looking at the time.

[devourthemfirst]

I see. [He doesn't like her right now. At all. He can't tell if he's in the clear or not. Only one way to make sure... ]

My names Benjamin, just so you don't have to go snooping around to find that out too. [He almost tries to play it off as a joke but there's an intentional seriousness tone in his voice] Should I call you Ms. Spy or do you have a name?