badfic_manor | Sabaku no Temari | 08

[There's a small blond girl kneeling outside in the snow, her expression as she looked at it screamed that she'd never seen such a thing before in her life. Anyone that knew her elder self would know this was true. Unlike her older self though, she was unsure of herself. She didn't know where she was or where her daddy was, but maybe if she was good he'd come to get her? But why would he leave her in the cold? It wasn't like the time that he'd left her out in the desert. At least there, she knew what it was and how she could survive...but she couldn't find anything in the cold white stuff. All she could find was powdery stuff and colder slightly wet stuff.

She wanted to go in the building, it looked warm...but what if daddy came to get her? He might not be able to find her; or worse. He would find her and be angry that she went inside.

Moving to a tree, she sat at the base and just shivered. She didn't know what she was supposed to do. What was perfectly clear though, was that as pretty as the white stuff was, it didn't make her feel good. Staying quiet, she waited, not know what exactly she was waiting for.]

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[He chuckled at the very serious business manner in which she approached the spaghetti. He took the fork next to the plate and handed it to her.]

Might be a bit easier with this.

[And he took his own fork, twirling the noodles onto it and took his bite. He paused thoughtfully... well it didn't suck.]

Not bad.

Eh...

[PFFT! WHAT IT THIS METAL POINTY THING?! ~~IS IT A HAIR BRUSH?!~~

Watching what Hayato did with the fork, she put in in the noodles, bringing it out there was....a rather large ball of the spaghetti on the end of the fork.

Biting into the ball, of course, the sauce was not contained to the noodles and she ended up with more on her cheeks and mouth than what she should have.]

[Don't laugh. Don't laugh... well much to his credit he does not laugh...

but that's because he's too busy choking.

Alright, alright, give him a second to calm down...]

Let's get you some chopsticks. Might be easier.

[because if he has to see that again he might hurt himself...]

[Frowning around the large mouthful of noodles, she doesn't understand why Gokudera is choking.

Taking a moment to swallow her noodles and NOT choke, she licks some of the sauce from her lips...which does absolutely nothing for the mess.]

...Are you okay?

[Why do you worry her like this. You give her food and then you choke on said food.]

I am perfectly fine.

[And he gets up to get Temari some chopsticks... and a napkin, and get himself to go with the pasta.]

You're more used to these right?

Ah~! Yes, please!

[Reaching out, she held out her hands for the familiar chopsticks. At least they made more sense than the strange metal thing.]

Thank you.

[And he sits down with his bread ~~that somehow escaped being mentioned in my last tag~~ and goes about eating... with his fork. He's quiet for a moment thinking about what to do with Temari after... He really wasn't good with kids... he learned how to shut them up for a while after dealing with Lambo for so long. But to actually... take care of one? He was clueless. She was also girl though... while the way woman worked almost completely went over his head, he did know they had a thing for the small, cute, and furry. Hopefully Temari was as well.]

Hey, how do you like cats?

[Not paying much attention to Hayato, Temari dug back into her noodles, able to eat it much more confidently with such familiar utensils. She didn't know what she would do until daddy came to get her, but she just figured she'd stay close to Hayato until she was more sure of herself here.

Looking up as he asked her a question, she pondered her answer for a moment. She didn't get to see too many cats, but she liked the ones she got to interact with.]

Uh-huh. They're nice and quiet so no one knows when I play with one.

[He takes out a little red box from his pocket and puts it on the table.]

Well, I have one... but she's far from quiet, if you would like to meet her.

[Curious about the box, she sets her leftover spaghetti to the side, but still close enough she could grab it if someone tried to pick it up. Leaning up on the table, she stared at the box skeptically.]

...Is it being punished?

Punished? No, she's just a very.... unique looking cat, and has a nasty habit of wandering away and getting into trouble. She's also a key part of a of complex weapon system, so losing her would be... problematic.

[And he holds up his Vongola ring, igniting a pure red flame and inserting it into the box. In a flash of red flames a cat appears. Though her ears emit a similar red flame to the one's on Gokudera's ring, and she's got an unusually long tail. She yawns and stretches a bit, looking around curiously. She never recalled being here before.

Oh well, time to preen.]

Her name is Uri, she won't hurt you. You can pet her.

[Him on the other hand... well depending on her mood he may lose a finger.]

But she's in the box...if she's in the box then she must have been a bad kitty. [ His words did nothing to sooth her worries for the cat. Even if he was worried she'd run away, there were ways to keep her close without putting her in a box...besides, how could a cat be part of a complex weapon? Summons didn't live in boxes.

Even at a young age, she understands punishment.

Gasping softly in awe as she saw the cat, she leaned up on the table, reaching a small hand out to pet the feline.]

...Nice kitty...

I won't hurt you.

[Uri watched the girl reach out, but did nothing to stop her, though if you've never seen a cat give you a judgmental glare, you have now. It quickly fades, however, once the petting starts. Uri purs and walks closer to Temari, rubbing up against her affectionately.

Luckily the cat's emotions and personality were somewhat tied to Hayato's. His friendship with Temari more or less saved the girl from a face of angry storm cat.]

She likes you.

Sabaku no Temari | 08 | [In Person]

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