Ino suspected that she was either being silly, or the double introductions to the pavement really had nearly given her a concussion. The spot on the back of her head was sore to the touch, so she hadn't gotten much of a chance to see if there really was a goose egg back there or not. Either way, she managed to carefully make her way to the third
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Clad in cut off jogging pants and a plain white tank top, she certainly wouldn’t be winning any style awards but she had been anticipating a quiet night of vegging and listening to music, maybe some hanging out with her brothers, so she had no one to impress.
The anticipation had changed after checking up on her journal and having an interesting electronic conversation with Ino, one of her employees and she supposed awkward friends. But Ino wasn’t someone she felt any need to impress either and she was doing her a favor, and so she hadn’t bothered to change into something more presentable.
The knock on the door was expected and so managed to catch her ear despite her currently drowned state in her favorite version of ‘When Doves Cry’.Reluctantly she rolled, dislodging herself from lying ( ... )
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"Thanks for letting me come over." Ino managed a smile. "Hope your day wasn't as exciting as mine.
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How much of that was Ino playing it up, she didn’t know and she didn’t particularly care. There was a definite injury that needed to be looked at, severity could be judged later.
“Come on, the kitchen’s this way.” She said as she moved close, hands ready to catch her should she need to, and lead her down the hall, past the two closed doors that marked her brothers’ bedrooms and into the cramped kitchen.
“The highlight of my day was realizing I didn’t have my house keys when I got home from work. It was no end of exciting.” She replied dryly as she helped Ino to a chair by the table and moved to the fridge, pulling open the freezer and hunting out some ice packs. She tossed them onto the table for Ino to use as she saw fit.
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"Hey, Tem? Could you check, I smacked it about here," Ino pointed, very careful not to actually touch the area. "Is there a lump? Or did my thick skull come through unscathed yet again?" At least she was still feeling human enough to attempt humor.
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Deciding to venture out of his room, a sanctuary among sanctuaries, he heard his sister’s voice and that of…someone else. Someone he wasn’t familiar with. Nose wrinkling slightly, as the sounds were drifting from the kitchen, his destination for the chocolate syrup and milk Kankurou had previously stocked, Gaara cautiously made his way through the apartment.
A mention of Kankurou, his makeup, and Gaara had to roll his eyes. Anyone wanting lessons from his brother had to be…somewhat mentally unstable.
“I wouldn’t suggest that,” he quipped quietly, making his presence known to the females in the room.
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"Oh? What kind of trouble did Tem almost put me in?"
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"Temari's always been good at trouble." He softly made his way to the refrigerator. "Haven't you, sis?"
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"Ino, this is my youngest brother Gaara." She introduced easily. "Gaara, this is Ino, she works with me at the Exchange and just moved in upstairs."
She was secretly amazed that Gaara had come out at all, surely he'd heard the other voices before hand. And yet he'd come into the kitchen anyway. Her baby brother was starting to get over his shyness, she was so proud!
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The violent accident victim in question emerged from his room, a make up-smudged towel strewn over his shoulders and hair slightly tousled from being previously tied back. "'n don't call me that." He scowled in Temari's direction, before balking at the foreign blonde.
"The fuck are you?" Yes, he did breathe eloquence, thank you.
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Before making further comment on Kankurou's rather precarious state of presentation, however, he bit his tongue, not really sure it would be appropriate to get into a battle of "wits" with his brother when someone they didn't know was watching them.
Gaara rolled his shoulders, turquoise eyes narrowing on Ino as he lifted his chocolate milk toward her. "Did you want any?"
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"I think I'll have to pass, I'm afraid. I got dangerous and binged on two pints of ice cream. I think I'm done on sweets for the day."
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He tolerated his big sister's introduction of him with a grunt as he wove his way back, leaning his elbows on her shoulders and sticking the fruit in his teeth, sucking on the juices. His highly-accented glare settled on the blonde opposite as he withdrew the fruit from his smudged mouth.
"Are you two girltalking? Should I leave before tampons hit the discussion table?"
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She made the mistake of touching the sore spot on the back of her skull and winced. Nope, still tender. "So nice to know your younger siblings are such happy rays of sunshine, Tem. No wonder they do you proud."
The last was spoken with a smirk, and Ino eyed the other blonde before lifting her chin in Kankuro's direction. "You can run away if you'd like. Goodness only knows, we might give you some horrible airborn plague. Mutated variation of the cootie virus, I'm sure."
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Temari grimaced as Kankurou’s sharp elbows dug into her shoulders, he was way too good at managing to dig them into pressure points. She shifted in effort to make the digs less painful, head tilting to the side to avoid plum juice. At least he was eating fruit.
“Get off me and get Ino an ice pack.” She stated with annoyance, her own elbow moving back to dig into his ribcage.
“We were talking about make up, and how Ino wants lessons from you.” She jabbed him again as her first hit didn’t seem to be effective.
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So, Gaara moved across the kitchen with enough speed to balance his milk even as he reached for his brother's saliva-soaked plum and stole it. What better thing to do with swiped goods than eat it? He did, though he didn't particularly like the taste.
"Funny you say that, Kankurou. I thought you'd fit right in with that." He smiled, offering his sibling a mock toast with his milk. At the makeup comment, he kept quiet.
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