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Sabaku no Temari ([personal profile] suna_bitch) wrote in [community profile] badfic_manor2011-12-07 12:09 am

Sabaku no Temari | 09 | [In Person/Video]

[Sitting out by the lake, Temari is just staring blankly over the water, Gokudera's hoodie doing next to nothing for warmth considering the snow around her. Pulling her almost bare legs closer to her body, a bowl was sitting beside her, the contents not visible to the camera.

This didn't make any sense...

Jutsu's made sense...

Death made sense...

Fortunes...they were just a scam. Right?

But why were things coming up accurate...and more importantly...how was she able to read them? She'd never put much stock in fortune telling, it was just a way to make some quick money off of gullible fools. But that didn't explain how she knew how to read such a ridiculous scam.

Glancing down, she noticed the blackberry was on. Instead of turning it off, she picked it up and peered at the camera. She was lost, she relied so heavily on realistic things, this was more than a little confusing for the poor girl. What threw her off more than that though, she couldn't feel the wind like she usually could. It was always there, whispering to her...but now, it was deadly silent, as though ignoring her and abandoning her like everyone else in her life had.
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...What's happening to me?

[identity profile] aizensrainman.livejournal.com 2011-12-07 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[What was that? Someone who entirely ignores the point of why you're out there? Sure. Actually no, it's because of the clothing article. He, not worried by the cold, strides up, happy to stand there and stare, resident uncomfy maker at your service.]

Mhuua..

[identity profile] aizensrainman.livejournal.com 2011-12-09 10:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Welp.
She didn't swear, throw things, or try to shove things through the hole in his chest. All those things aside, he's happy with that sort of venomy voice.

He shrugs his shoulders, wishing that he was back in the week that he could /talk/, at least some of it stayed with him, but he still missed it. His fingers prodded her face, trying to turn it upright.]

haa..
[Ahuh, that makes sense right?]

[identity profile] aizensrainman.livejournal.com 2011-12-15 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
[[Weiss isn't so interested in the fact that she's slapped his hands as much as looking down at his skin where she slapped him. He turns his hands from side to side and then grins a slackjawed grin.

Oh.
She wants to play. This should be fun! He's not had a playmate in a looooong time ever since 'Aki left and didn't need any more parts.

From zero to sixty, Weiss directive changes, from trying to help, to trying to play- Only his play involves a quickly timed fist toward the stomach.]]