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[urbanitee]

What: Sometimes it sucks to have two siblings with anger management issues.
Who: Gaara and Temari
When: Jan. 13, Afternoon
Where: Gaara and Kankuro's apartment
Rating: PG-13, Language (so far)
Open/Closed To: Gaara and Temari

Comments

[volatile_sands]

That ass turned out to be a very sore and very moody Gaara unfortunately. And the only reason he even deigned to do so was in hopes of it being the cleaning company he had taken the time to call in to handle his idiot brother's destruction phase.

The apartment had been quiet since Kankuro's leave the evening before, leaving Gaara to try and make some sense of the mess in his room. He at least managed to find his bed buried beneath the rubble as well as create a path to move around a little easier, but gave up not long after that for some quality time spent with an ice pack and some Tylenol.

A regime he repeated as soon as he got up and began to move around again the next morning after seeing his normally pale skin painted a lovely shade of bruise courtesy of Kankuro's fist. So it was a little bit of a shock, a little of anxiousness and a whole lot of wariness that he opened the door to see his sister standing on the other side.

"Shit."

[urbanitee]

It was a surprise that the door even opened and that the person on the other side was actually the one Temari had intended to see. These days, you just never got what you wanted and she had to admit, this was a very pleasant surprise. Especially when said dead brother had a nice blooming bruise on the side of his face. Of course the sight of Gaara made Temari pause, almost in doubt that such a person could still be alive, but here he was in the flesh, looking angry and possibly scared.

Possibly.

Her hand immediately pressed against the door and kept it that way in case her brother had any bright ideas to slam the door close in her face.

"I see you got one, too," she pointed out, nodding at his bruise on the jaw. "Wonders never cease."

[volatile_sands]

"Hello Temari."

He didn't immediately step back to let his sister into the apartment, instead stood there trying to get a read on her mood and if he would be better off trying to shut the door before she got any further. Her hand closed off that particular route sadly, leaving him to shrug off her words as he stepped back away from the door, not bothering to respond to her comment towards his aching jaw.

Another ripe curse hissed from his lips as his foot slipped over a piece of a broken table leg, intent on getting back to the ice pack he'd set on the counter in order to answer the door.

"The idiot isn't here."

[urbanitee]

The sharp curse made Temari look down at what caused it, her eyebrows raised the moment she saw a piece of a table on the ground. Raising her head and coming into the apartment more, she saw that the entire apartment was pretty much in pieces, never mind just the table. Whether or not this was both of her brothers' handiwork, she didn't know, although it would definitely be likely that this was the result of either one of them letting out frustrations. The mere magnitude of the mess was definitely something to raise an eyebrow at, but it wasn't all that surprising.

At times, the condominium in NYC could turn out to be much much worse