Sabaku no Temari | 10 | [In Person]

[suna_bitch]

[Anyone in Times Square will notice Temari wandering around aimlessly, very thankful for the coat that Gokudera had given her. Well, that and the new clothes that she'd purchased to integrate a little better with the general population....okay, a skirt isn't that great for cold weather so she invested in pants and a more suitable shirt.

She didn't quite understand the credit card given to her, just that she swiped it like other people did and she was given things. She'd bought a few small things, not sure if she was going to keep any of it, but mostly as an effort to see if it worked for anything that she decided to purchase.

Stopping close to the tree, she stared up at it, completely fascinated by the lighted tree.]

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[He nodded his head, smiling his wide-broad smile, blond hair falling into the front of his face and hiding his eyes as usual. His feet travelled him further around, stringing a pretty mess that lead to one string in case she was warned. Thankfully it wouldn't have to be used- thankfully for her at least, is his thinking if he knew.

His delicate fingers touched the branches, sliding the snow from it's bow in order to play with it in his fingers.]

Pretty at Christmas time without the snow? You don't have snow where you come from?

[suna_bitch]

Not exactly. I'm not from the land of snow, nor am I used to the chill in the air.

[The air seemed tight, stifled...that alone was enough to bother her. Not to mention, all she felt the desire to do was sleep. The cold made her tired and sluggish; how someone could live like this, she couldn't understand.]

You're from the manor then?

[Looking him over, she couldn't stop herself from frowning. Something didn't feel right about him...everything about him screamed predator. She didn't have her weapon though, it stayed at the manor for some reason. She'd just have to keep herself from provoking him. Ever since her fight with Mukuro, she seemed to study her opponents more. The last thing she needed was to be completely beaten again.]