Room 203, Thursday Evening

[not_fangirl]

Bundled up again, Temari was not a happy desert dweller. At least in the coldest nights there was a fire to sleep beside or shelter with heat.

And now she was waiting for Madrox. God help her, she might be pining next. Ugh. She pulled the blanket around her shoulders tighter, looking around for the clock. He better get his ass there soon.

[[For one!]]