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Sabaku no Temari ([personal profile] suna_bitch) wrote in [community profile] badfic_manor2011-08-24 04:29 pm

Sabaku no Temari | 06 | [In Person] *Totally imagine the icon is grown up, lol*

[While everyone else was seeming to enjoy the new scenery, Temari...was not. She hadn't been anywhere near to this much water before and the cooler temperature simply wasn't agreeing with her. She'd toyed with the idea of calling Gokudera, perhaps he had something that would help her...but no. She'd be fine, she just had to get used to this.

As the ship rocked, she groaned softly as her body protested. Oh, for mercy's sake. Walking along the wall she made her way into one of the smoking rooms. She hated the smell, but it was warmer than her room.

Taking a seat in the corner, she laid her head on the table. She felt sick, she felt dizzy, and above all else...she felt cold.
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[identity profile] aizensrainman.livejournal.com 2011-08-24 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Haaaa~~♪

[[Weiss doesn't mind when pleasantries are overlooked, he doesn't even know what they are himself, really. His hand comes up to his face, the other arm laying lax and doing nothing but being limp while he lays on the table. The hand that came up, moves over top of his eyes and makes the sign in signlanguage for 'sleep' but says the word:]]

dorm..ire?

[[Enjoy the fruits of UMA's pet Human, you may know him, his name is Gokudera.]]

[identity profile] aizensrainman.livejournal.com 2011-08-24 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[[Weiss stares at her while she talks, he doesn't really get most of what she's saying as much as the look on her face and he shakes his head, rolling it on the table and distorting his cheeks because of it.]]

Nhaauu.. uahh~

[[Not that it made a whole lot more sense than actual words there, Weissy. His hand moved across the table pressing against her face in the same manner his own had. Then he points at her.]]

[identity profile] aizensrainman.livejournal.com 2011-08-26 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[[Weiss backs his hand away, staring at it where it was bat and ponders if it was a vicious movement or not. It doesn't seem to be, though she's lucky he's not as on edge as he was when he first got here.

He watches her movements, nodding his head. Sleep may just help her. ...Sleep may help everyone. Everyone's always so angry when they go on field-trips.]
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