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sunshineverse2015-03-19 04:36 am
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Who: Kazue and Temari
When: March 15th
Where: Sunagakure
The past week and some change had been eventful or so it had felt to Kazue despite that said events had applied more directly to certain people who had become something like consistent presences in her life. Gaara, in his proper body, had been returned the village and present for several days without incident, which saw Kazue's steps lighter for the surety she had gained about his status and health since that time. That had involved a lot of circling, visual inspection, and rapid poking to ascertain for herself whether or not his defense was at its peak that had terminated in some measure of relief the extent of which she had yet to wholly realize. Even so, it continued to show in small imperceptible ways, like the energy that flared with each and every step the red-haired kunoichi took in the aftermath of a simple courier mission within Wind. It showed more prominently in others, but especially where it concerned the tanuki puppet atop her shoulder, who was now upbeat as opposed to ridden with anxiety and a tendency to sulk as it was some five days ago.
Funny, the timing of that. She had received some comment about it from a familiar face or two in passing, but she hadn't thought much of it then and she didn't think much of it as she took her leave of the office. The reply from the outpost had been delivered and her afternoon was free for her speed in seeing the task done, which left her with the question of what to do next. It was nearly lunch. Her breakfast had been spent for her efforts and it wasn't practical to train on an empty stomach, a thought interrupted by some rigorous agreement by Takkun, who was nearly dancing on her shoulder for his insistence.
"Lunch it is then," she said, and with that turned for the bustling Suna streets.
Really, the only question left to answer was the matter of where to.
When: March 15th
Where: Sunagakure
The past week and some change had been eventful or so it had felt to Kazue despite that said events had applied more directly to certain people who had become something like consistent presences in her life. Gaara, in his proper body, had been returned the village and present for several days without incident, which saw Kazue's steps lighter for the surety she had gained about his status and health since that time. That had involved a lot of circling, visual inspection, and rapid poking to ascertain for herself whether or not his defense was at its peak that had terminated in some measure of relief the extent of which she had yet to wholly realize. Even so, it continued to show in small imperceptible ways, like the energy that flared with each and every step the red-haired kunoichi took in the aftermath of a simple courier mission within Wind. It showed more prominently in others, but especially where it concerned the tanuki puppet atop her shoulder, who was now upbeat as opposed to ridden with anxiety and a tendency to sulk as it was some five days ago.
Funny, the timing of that. She had received some comment about it from a familiar face or two in passing, but she hadn't thought much of it then and she didn't think much of it as she took her leave of the office. The reply from the outpost had been delivered and her afternoon was free for her speed in seeing the task done, which left her with the question of what to do next. It was nearly lunch. Her breakfast had been spent for her efforts and it wasn't practical to train on an empty stomach, a thought interrupted by some rigorous agreement by Takkun, who was nearly dancing on her shoulder for his insistence.
"Lunch it is then," she said, and with that turned for the bustling Suna streets.
Really, the only question left to answer was the matter of where to.
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Even ambassadors had to eat eventually, and what she hadn't gotten to during the morning she would in the afternoon. She was a little behind from her unplanned stay in Konoha. But going to Leaf had been unavoidable in the end. Gaara hadn't been himself, and ultimately the quicker they got him out of the village the better. Allowing the Kazekage to realize that something was so completely off wouldn't have ended well for her youngest brother and she couldn't allow that to happen.
As such she hadn't seen Kazue since before she and her brothers left for Konoha, had given the girl only the tiniest touch of her thoughts since then. Not that anyone could blame her, she'd been incredibly preoccupied with Gaara being in a woman's body and the woman in his. But now that she was back, and out and about, well she couldn't exactly put off talking to the girl again, especially given how abrupt she'd been with her at the time.
She just hadn't expected to find Kazue at one one of the open air food stalls in the village while she was out getting lunch. But since she'd found her by accident, there was no point in avoiding her. Snagging the stool beside Kazue, Temari propped an elbow up on hte counter and dropped her hand into her waiting palm. "Hello Kazue-san."