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[It's late when Temari finally decides to actually try to get some sleep. The days have been long, the nights short, and she's been quietly going about her days and doing the best she can not to worry about anyone. She never worries. It's with a cup of hot, mild tea in one hand and her journal tucked under her arm that she pushes the door open to her bedroom...
... and ducks, dropping everything in the process. The journal opens and begins recording as the teacup shatters on the floor next to it. There's a quick view of Temari, wearing a light yukata, barefoot, and her hair down, as she scrambles out of the way of a heavy broadsword.]
Hey, watch it, dumbass. You nearly took my hea-- hey!
[There's the sound of metal grinding against metal and an armored hand wraps around her wrist and yanks her back.]
Hands off. [Her free hand balls into a fist; there's a satisfying crunch of bone under the clang of a fist hitting armor.
... Too bad it was her own knuckles giving under the pressure. Her yelp turns into a growl and there's more clanging metal. And cursing. Lots of cursing.]
... and ducks, dropping everything in the process. The journal opens and begins recording as the teacup shatters on the floor next to it. There's a quick view of Temari, wearing a light yukata, barefoot, and her hair down, as she scrambles out of the way of a heavy broadsword.]
Hey, watch it, dumbass. You nearly took my hea-- hey!
[There's the sound of metal grinding against metal and an armored hand wraps around her wrist and yanks her back.]
Hands off. [Her free hand balls into a fist; there's a satisfying crunch of bone under the clang of a fist hitting armor.
... Too bad it was her own knuckles giving under the pressure. Her yelp turns into a growl and there's more clanging metal. And cursing. Lots of cursing.]
