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[Hey, neighbors. (That's you, Shikamaru and Chouji.) There's a ruckus going on in Temari's lovely little Sand-inspired decorated apartment. It's fairly late; most sane people are probably at least holed up in their apartment by now. After all, it's cold outside.
Temari is sane; she's inside, trying to eat a late dinner. And then robots crash her party of one.
Before she lunges for her fan, there's some very loud cursing. The robots probably can't really do what Temari's suggesting, but it's the thought that counts. Sorry, neighbors. The might be a hurricane taking out that wall. Not that it does any good (unless you count annoying Shikamaru doing good, which Temari does).
Her fan is on the floor, still open. Her apartment is, well, a near-literal war zone.
You better have that clean when she gets back, Shikamaru.]
Temari is sane; she's inside, trying to eat a late dinner. And then robots crash her party of one.
Before she lunges for her fan, there's some very loud cursing. The robots probably can't really do what Temari's suggesting, but it's the thought that counts. Sorry, neighbors. The might be a hurricane taking out that wall. Not that it does any good (unless you count annoying Shikamaru doing good, which Temari does).
Her fan is on the floor, still open. Her apartment is, well, a near-literal war zone.
You better have that clean when she gets back, Shikamaru.]
