The dawning realization that he'd been had glazed over Kankuro's face like an angry rash, his skin pinking and his ears burning bright though hid under his hood as they were. His leg jerked to kick at a shin or a chair leg, but the nigh-automatic reaction was more like a distraction as his hand lashed out to flick the little pot of toothpicks on the table violently, sending the contents flying into his little brothers lap.

He stood on that action, storming toward the counter with more anger in his stride than he actually felt. Honestly, he was... actually quite proud; Gaara was always so literal and serious, so seeing him lash out in such a human way was oddly refreshing, even if it was at his expense.

When he returned and sat down, there was a small quirk to the corner of his lips.