http://not-fangirl.livejournal.com/ (
not-fangirl.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2008-05-11 06:51 pm
Entry tags:
Centaurus Campfire, Sunday Evening
Deciding to give the place a chance, squirrel spying and all, Temari started up a fire and sighed. This was much more like home.
Maybe an angry letter home wasn't necessary.
Yet.
[[Open as a campfire should be. Or else there's just smoke everywhere and it's a bad thing all around.]]
Maybe an angry letter home wasn't necessary.
Yet.
[[Open as a campfire should be. Or else there's just smoke everywhere and it's a bad thing all around.]]

no subject
no subject
She might not think much of the Wind Country's Daimyo.
no subject
no subject
"If they were hired to..."
no subject
no subject
Okay, that wasn't exactly true.
no subject
no subject
Temari stared at her.
"And a lot of weapons."
Which were still gone. Bastards.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Somewhere she just knew Kankurou was dying with laughter.
no subject
no subject
She had no response that wasn't just incoherent confusion and horror.
"...what?"
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
"Where the hell is your spine?" Temari finally asked. "And common sense?"
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)