Centaurus Campfire, Sunday Evening

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

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.]]

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[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"Temari, Centaurus," She replied, a small smirk as she shook Turtle's hand firmly.

"Is the new so obvious?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Only because I don't know you," Turtle said. "And I try to know everyone. So it comes down to you being either a)new or b)insanely reclusive, but, since you're out here by a fire, I felt I could discount option b."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"Smart." Temari approved already. "Just arrived Friday."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle nodded. "Yeah, that's when they all came in." Her eyes widened a little but she smirked. "So, quick important questions: when and where are you from, who's your regular roommate, and who's your big sibling?"

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

She tapped her forehead protector. "Sungakure. You won't know where it is. Gladys. She's some sort of rock. Inara Serra."

She was excellent at responding to rapid questions in a slow drawl.

"When?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you know," Turtle vaguely gestured, "when. Although Sungakure sounds like one of those other-world type places, so the when might not be applicable. That's mostly from people who think they're from this world, but aren't. Or people from all the planet hopping that goes on in about fifty million futures."

She paused, head tilting.

"I should make a form for these things."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure I'm not from this world if that's the case," Temari said. "Forms?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Be still her poor, poor heart.

"Yeah, you know. Forms. Papers. With copious amounts of delicious, wonderful information in complex, deceptively unorganized fashions."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but what the hell do you have to do with them?" Temari asked, leaning back in her seat. "Some sort of bureaucrat?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Some sort!" Turtle snorted a derisive laugh. "Please. I'm the best little bureaucrat on this island. You should see the amount of forms in my room!"

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

Chuckling, Temari shook her head. "I'd rather never have to deal with that shit again. Do enough of it back home."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Well, if you ever find yourself needing to again, and just want to write it off," Turtle offered, "I'm here to help. I love them, I'm good at them, and I'll do them for you at only a small, nominal fee."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"A fee?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Insignificant," Turtle pointed out. "Minimal. A bargain, really, for the level of convenience and luxury it will provide."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"I don't have any local currency," Temari informed her dryly. "And the material is usually not for civilian eyes."

Usually meaning never.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"There's a great currency exchange program at the bank!" Turtle chirped in cheerfully. "And, of course, I'm always willing to give you a loan, with very respectable interest rates, too!"

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

She was good.

"I'll stick with the bank."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle sucked in a slight breath, with a slight shake of her head. An expression of distaste that was trying to seem guarded about the disapproval.

"Hey," she commented idly. "It's your finances."

Finances was said much like other people used that phrase with funeral.

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather not end up in debt to a kid," Temari informed her.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"A kid?" Turtle asked, quirking an eyebrow at Temari. "Right. You know I'm not just any kid, right? Ask anyone around here about Turtle Wexler, and they'll tell you, trust me. Besides, exactly how old are you, anyway?"

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"Seventeen," Temari replied. "And a jounin. Not that it means anything to you."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"That's only a year older than me," Turtle pointed out. "There has to be at least two years of separation before you can call someone else a kid, you know."

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"I've been an adult in my village since I was fourteen," She said dryly.

Though with Gaara as a brother, it was long before that, really.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle frowned at Temari a little, and was tempted to inform her that, yeah, and she was probably the richest independently wealthy person her age when she was that age, but she didn't feel the need to brag about it and think that that made her special. Instead, she tried to just shake it off and shrugged. "Then you should know better than to just assume people incapable or less responsible than banks based on just age, shouldn't you?"

[not-fangirl.livejournal.com]

"You're not a shinobi and you don't have the look or someone of our kind."