Temari (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dangerouswind) wrote2012-12-02 01:22 am
dangerouswind) wrote2012-12-02 01:22 am
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[There's nothing much on the page. Temari only taps her pen against the paper -- dot, dot, dot -- for several long moments before she finally writes something.] Tell me: Is family still family when they are worlds apart?
[Perhaps a little introspective for her normal tastes and somewhat revealing to her mental state, but... Well. She'll take a few outside opinions this time. Some days she just misses her brothers. This evening, it's particularly sharp. That, and she's tired. A bit sore. Unwilling to walk back to the apartment just yet. All in all, it doesn't make for a good mood, after being gone for so long. She's not even sure how long it has been.]
[She doesn't go home after returning to the village: she finds some clean clothes in the shop, forgoes food entirely, and instead wraps herself in a good coat she found and takes a slow walk as night falls. She'll be all over town, eventually easing toward the edges of the forest. (Yes, at night. In the cold. It's probably not the smartest plan.)]
[Perhaps a little introspective for her normal tastes and somewhat revealing to her mental state, but... Well. She'll take a few outside opinions this time. Some days she just misses her brothers. This evening, it's particularly sharp. That, and she's tired. A bit sore. Unwilling to walk back to the apartment just yet. All in all, it doesn't make for a good mood, after being gone for so long. She's not even sure how long it has been.]
[She doesn't go home after returning to the village: she finds some clean clothes in the shop, forgoes food entirely, and instead wraps herself in a good coat she found and takes a slow walk as night falls. She'll be all over town, eventually easing toward the edges of the forest. (Yes, at night. In the cold. It's probably not the smartest plan.)]
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Are you armed?
[He knows she doesn't have her fan. It's still in the apartment over.]
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We can talk about it when you get back.
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If you want to meet somewhere, it's either your place or mine. I'm sitting down when I get in.
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I'll meet you at your place.
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Fifteen minutes.
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[Which is code for take as long as you want. He'll only be there on time because he doesn't have much else better to do.]
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Except not really. She just doesn't answer the journal. It's all of thirteen minutes later when she drags herself home.
Shivering, because it's cold out there.]
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But yes, he's just sitting in here on her couch, idly watering a plant with a glass of water and somehow managing to look brooding even over that.]
Yo.
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And she sinks into the couch, lifting one hand in a half-wave.] What's going on?
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A member of the Akatsuki showed up while you were gone.
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Oh, good. Which one?
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... Well. It's a bit personal for one of her friends.]
Hidan?
[Maybe she misread the name. She rather doubts it.]
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[He knows Konoha and Suna shared intel on the Akatsuki, but he's not sure how much she would've looked into it.]
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Be extra cautious. He's a moron, but he wasn't picked by the Akatsuki for his math skills.
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He looks away, chin in hand, and decides it'd be more troublesome to deal with the drama of avoiding the question than to actually go into it.]
The one who defeated him is me.
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