[ As he makes a move to spin round and fix Gaara with an irritated expression as a way of venting his frustrations with his art, he's met with the fuming glare of a pair of burnt gold retinas eclipsed in black shrouds, and he trips over his own feet. Him and his big mouth. In moments Kankuro goes from a broad stretch of overconfident puppeteer to a stumbling and crouching (rather pathetic looking, in all honesty) hunched child.
He soon straightens up, though. After he's backed away a couple of steps. ]
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He soon straightens up, though. After he's backed away a couple of steps. ]
What the-?!