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| Starter call for Shikamaru! No cap, interests include:
--watching clouds, groaning, moaning, sighing, complaining, withering, sleeping in class (college kids where u at), hangman, chess, checkers, calculating the best angle to send a projectile spit ball (but never actually doing it bc lectures are troublesome). Just to throw some stuff out there. |
ladytemari:
Temari was glad he didn’t seem to notice the red tint to her cheeks. IT was true she was already starting to feel the subtle haze that came over most people when they started to get tipsy. Not that she would ever admit that to him.
“You never told me you worked at a bar.” she huffed out at him, gulping down her drink like it was nothing more than a coke. “And your no better suited, I came to drink my cares away and enjoy this delicious long Island.” Unsure of what prodded her to be sassy, either his comment on her drinking or the fact she didn’t know he’d be here, now she was hell bound on drinking more.
“Hmph.” she audibly grumbled again and snatched a napkin to wipe at whatever it was he had pointed at. Probably the discoloration, but there was nothing more she could do except wipe off what makeup she had hastily patted on her cheek. She hated wearing cover up anyways.
“Where did you even learn to mix drinks? Though I’ll admit, this kinda gig does suit you.” The finishing of her drink was signaled with gurgling of ice and what little liquid was left. She sighed and resisted clutching the glass to her face again.
Where did he learn to mix drinks? Shikamaru stirred up the first of her two orders, pondering the question with careful silence—how mad would she be if he said all he had to do was YouTube for a half hour or so to get a grasp on the basics and picked up everything else after he’d landed the job? The interview was pretty easy; he impressed the owner with his memory skills and somehow his passive attitude worked well with what the guy was looking to hire.
Nah, saying any of that would definitely piss anyone off.
“Life works in funny ways.” Ambiguity was troublesome when personally dealing with it, but it seemed to work well as an evasive maneuver, so he’d wing it. He raised an eyebrow as she finished off her drink in hand just as he finished preparing the next one—he hadn’t taken that long, had he? At this rate… Did she always drink this much?!
“You know, I don’t think this has ever had a chance to come up in our colorful conversations.” They were absolutely vivid, what with his determination to make them seem one-sided by feigning interest in other things as they would chat; but he couldn’t risk not actually listening. That was what he continued to tell himself…
“I think if it had, we could have gone into detail about tolerance levels.” He pushed the new drink towards her pointedly, eyebrow still sky high. “And exactly what cares you’re drinking away. Have anything to, uh, do with all of this…?” He indicated to his just below his own eye, eyebrows finally grounding into a confused furrow.
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ladytemari:
“Did I promise that? I can’t recall….” Temari teased right back at him, getting her heightened spirit back at his expression. She may not kill him today, but his responses to her teasing were just irrisistable and worth the trouble of the dishes she would have to do later.
Perhaps he was a fool though to follow someone home and into their apartment while not really knowing them, but she didn’t say that. Instead she held her breath and watched him with a bemused smile on her face, waiting for him to taste it.
“Not going to kill you?!” Temari started laughing, it wasn’t exactly a compliment, but it was still better than the reactions of her brothers. Kankuro was usually yelling and upset about something too often to comment on food. Gaara was… well Gaara. “I’m flattered, I may have to keep you. Try it with ketchup.” Temariw as still smiling to herself as she took a large bite.
“Selective memory, huh? Should have pegged you’d have as much.” He stabbed towards her accusingly with the utensil, lip jutting out by the slightest margin. “Doesn’t matter. There was probably a witness or two in the surrounding area. I just have to… find them…” His voice trailed off into a groan—that was already way too much work more than its worth. “… Or concede this battle as a fair defeat. But I’ll get you saying so next time.”
His ears burned at the keeping comment—but he didn’t bother addressing it, instead silently opting to do as she suggested and add ketchup to her cooking’s mix. “The moment of truth, huh? If it’s not satisfactory, I’m just gonna take this bottle as rightfully mine and head out.”
He took a bite with the addition and—
Well, how much of his pride would he have to put down to admit she was right? It tasted substantially better. Not that it was terrible to start, but he didn’t wanna say that either. “… Mm.”
ladytemari:
“I’m a sprinter, moving slow isn’t my thing.”
Temari beamed and kept her arm threaded through his. Even being honest wih herself, she wasn’t sure why she was this excited. She had enjoyed a few festivals before with her brothers, she loved the food and sometimes the rides that were there. But it almost seemed like an entirely different awaiting experience, possibly because she had a certain quiet man next to her.
Not willing to dwell on that, she decided to fire a question at him as they walked. “What kind of booth is your family running? Anything considered ‘fun’ for the common fun loving people?”
“Consider potential passengers when moving about so maniacally,” Shikamaru grumbled under his breath—without malice. If anything, the hint of a smile quirked at his lips as he stole a glance over to his excitable companion. Was she always so cheery…?
… She was asking about his family’s booth. Well, there was truth behind almost every lie, right? “How interesting that you’d bunch yourself with people that consider themselves ‘common’.” Snide remarks aside, he rolled back his shoulders with a sigh.
“Nothing they couldn’t do at a farmer’s market. But I think my mom wanted to show off her candy apple making abilities. She puts a lot of effort coming up with so many different kinds when the basic type will suffice for this kind of thing… But I guess she genuinely enjoys it…. Oh. They have other fruit desserts, too.”
ladytemari:
The hell was taking so long? Temari huffed and leaned onto the counter, still playing with her ice. Suddenly getting an idea, she lifted it to the injured side of her face and lightly pressed it to her cheek. It gave her a sting at first, but the cool glass eventually started to numb away the soreness she felt, and she let out a releived sigh. She didn’t really care if the makeup faded from her actions, it was just so people wouldn’t stare. A few more drinks and this pressed tenderly to her face and she’d be good.
Temari jumped as the voice registered with her, her own dark green eyes widening at the new person behind the bar. “Sh-Shikamaru! What are you doing here!”
Her face flamed almost painfully at his remark, and she unwillingly released the cup she had been nearly cuddling to her face. Immediately sweeping up her fresh long island and starting to suck it down as well. Of all people to see her in this state, he wasn’t one she favored. Unsure if she was going to be teased or pitied, she threw out another order. “I’ll be needing another one of these soon.” She emphasised on the quarter of the glass she had already drank. “Burbon and coke would be good too next.”
“Temari.” It seemed obvious, but he said it anyway—“I work here.” He took back the cleaned out glass and leaned against the counter lazily, elbows forward. “I think I’d be better suited to asking that. But the answer might be as apparent—assuming you know what you’re doing by drinking these down so fast.”
He noted her orders and acknowledged them with a roll of his eyes and makeshift salute, fingertips tipping off his forehead. “… Like I said. But I’ll keep them coming. As you wish.”
--It was when he started to straighten out that he noticed a sheen off her face, where she’d been holding the drink. From the sweat of the glass, maybe? The lighting was too dim to make much of it, so he waved in front of her with his free hand, gestured to his own face where it would be, and said, “Got something right here,” before spinning around to fix up her iced tea.
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“Eye contact is troublesome.”Why did she have to point it out?—
It was tough enough having tolive down an “It’s cute like that,” after thinking she’d been fidgeting withher hair too much—he didn’t have to look at her immediately after if he didn’twant to!
“… I think I’m going to asksomebody else for a game of chess…”
ladytemari:
As expected, a tactless comment on gender. But he redeemed himself before she could muster a glare in his direction. At the very least he seemed raised by a strong woman, you would think he would’nt be so…. Laid back. Or that was her logic. But his words did seat some comfort in her, she really should be thankfull for having partners that looked out for her safety. Better that than someone who would much rather you be shot first.
“Thanks…” She murmured quietly, still a bit shocked that he would have made her feel bettter, even more so that he had read her so easily. Her brother’s usually showed no acknowledgment to her emotions,but would simply let her work through them by herself.
She listened to him as she fixed both plates, making sure to turn the oven off as well. A fire wouldn’t make a good impression either. The thought occured to her that, if anything, she would enjoy his company again should her food be up to standard. As she worked she did catch the change of conversation, and curiosity gnawed at her as why he hadn’t declared a major yet. Temari had been forced into her particular career path and studies, and even then she knew she would like to dabble in art. How it was that he didn’t know his own major… confused her at best. But akward and inquisitive as she was, she could take a not so subtle hint.
“Ah well it’s only interesting when they start throwing chairs and desks.” Temari returned with two full plates, balancing one in each hand. “Food time! A la rat poisoning!” She said it sarcasticaly and she slid them onto her medium sized table, bounding back for silverware and her beer.
He wavered and picked at the beer can tab on his drink, half expecting some form of reprimanding—as brilliant as he was with board games and assignments and the like, he was sure of his struggle for smooth communicating. He could get his points across, no problem—but he had often been told that he needed work with his deliveries. And, surely, when talking to any troublesome woman, there was a heightened counter working against his attempts at keeping the peace, especially when it came to talking.
But, it never came. Instead, he was—rewarded. With a soft thanks.
He peered up at her, but she’d already moved away to finish up whatever she was working on—at least, her motions screamed of finalization. Shikamaru allowed himself another gulp before making his way to the table, muting the subtle prod of pride that stirred upon the word of gratitude. That was nothing to get excited about.
--Especially if he was about to die. He stared at her until she returned her, balking. “You promised me you were a decent cook!” A sharp inhale and his sense of smell returned with information—it didn’t SMELL poisonous. Or offensive towards rats. He reached for the silverware hesitantly, pausing just before his fingers could graze it. “This was your plan, in the end, wasn’t it? Taking those classes with me really ticked you off, didn’t it? This is revenge. I’m no fool.”
He finally took back his grip and sighed down at the food. “Well—there’s no going back after this.” One bite later and—he chewed slowly, looking up at Temari, and deadpanned. “—This isn’t going to kill me.”
douxmaternelle:
Her eyes widened in admiration upon hearing his explanation. “So, you have photographic memory then, in a sense? Or you just pick up really well? In any case that is truly amazing. Don’t waste a talent like that!” Her head shook and she smiled at him, “keep up the good work!” A stack of cards was then offered to her and she held her hands up and shook her head. “Oh no no, not really. No. I…am more of a person who can do tricks with their body, and not cards.” She gave a sheepish laugh.
“Oh. No, it’s not a—“ No. At this point, it would be best to forfeit all attempts at denying it and instead embrace this laughable image he has wrought upon himself. Ah, well. If anything, it was just one girl. And, she did seem rather impressed and it would be infinitely more troublesome to dampen this vibrant impressionability. He succumbed. “I just pick things up very quickly. Thank you. I’ll… keep at it.”
But—her body? He looked at her blankly and leaned back in his seat. “Tricks with your body—acupuncture? Skateboarding. Gymnastics, maybe?”
ladytemari:
Temari ‘humphed’ when he tugged her to a stop, with sudden realization she glanced around, as if hoping directions would appear in front of her. “Heh… Sorry… I think I just assumed it would be in the center of town?” Luckily he had stopped her before she got too far.
She relaxed her grip on his arm, hoping she hadn’t bruised him or anything. She was by no means bigger than him, and only just as strong as she needed to be for her line of work. But it wasn’t known if the younger man brused like a peach or not. Temari would never hear the end of it if she left a mark.
Not that she minded him bothering her in her free time. Offering a guilty smile she apologized again. “Sorry, you should probably lead the way. But let’s not crawl there!”
Ridiculous girl. Shikamaru cleared his throat and straightened his shirt out, disheveled by the slightest at her initial burst of energy. They hadn’t even reached the festivities yet… But it wasn’t as though her enthusiasm was unfavorable either—if anything, it would have been worse if she’d seemed less than enthralled to check out the carnival…
But, anyhow.
“We won’t be crawling. But leisurely strolls are adamant for good health; take them into consideration every now and again.” –which probably wasn’t true, but he wasn’t exactly jumping to run over there, even if he was sort of looking forward to see what had been cooked up.
“--…Actually, you have the right idea.” Well, she wasn’t stupid, after all. “It’s right beside there. Just around the shopping center. This is the right way.” Which meant he hadn’t necessarily had to stop her, but—
He began to lead them onward.
nxkiforos:
Her posture? Was that really a problem? And did she really stand like that - all important like and what not? She didn’t try to. It was snobbish and she most definitely was not a snob. Standing straight, she sighs some, her shoulders slumping.
He was right - it was just coffee. But even still, she had to shield herself.
“Oh my goodness.” She sighs, placing a hand on her hip.
“I’m looking for no one, really. If anything, I suppose I’m hiding. Well, not hiding per se, but…staying out of the way? If it makes sense.”
He breathed out through his nose, a short laugh—was that a fix? “Pockets are a slouch’s greatest friend.” He shrugged, shifting a little ways so as to indicate to his own adapted lounging stance. “But it’s not as though that’ll pull the entire trick through. It’s a process.”
--Hiding?
He looked over his shoulder, confused. He hadn’t seen anyone sneaking around—but then again, he hadn’t particularly been on the lookout for anyone. He slipped his second earbud out and rolled up the chord. “What are you trying to keep clear of?”
ladytemari:
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‘I don’t even know what to start with…’ Temari thought as she pushed open the door to good times bar. Slinking to the far corner of the room before too many people could notice her. She had dressed up in hopes of cheering herself up, but it didn’t help her damaged pride or sore cheek.
The makeup covered the slightly swollen purple flesh of her face well enough, but it still stung when she touched it. The last thing she had expected was for some punk to throw a right hook at her, but it was too late now to linger on it. All the blonde wanted now was to get wasted and forget the whole morning ever happened.
“Long Island please.” Temari asked the bartender, scooting herself into the stool at the very end of the bar near the corner. Interacting with people was the last thing of interest to her until there were at least a few drinks in her.
Temari offered her best smile for bar tender when her drink was handed over. She quickly downed half of it, already wanting another before she finished her first. It was going to be a long evening. She ordered another and sucked down the rest, playing with the ice in her cup as she glanced around the bar finally. It wasn’t too crowded at all, which to her was good, more quiet time while she drank. Less likely someone would spot her as well.
Long Islands were good and simple and not too much of a hassle, so when Shikamaru stalked in to cover his coworker’s break, word of the requested drink didn’t immediately annoy him. “Who’s it for?” He remembered to intonate his question this time—recalling that this particular coworker had an issue with the flat way Shikamaru spoke. Completely bothersome, but less trouble than starting a cold war of sorts with someone he had to see every end of the week.
The client in question was pointed out to him—someone near the furthest possible seating area of the bar. Another good point—people who opted for that section tended to be more mild, desiring nothing but a quiet night out—just them and the drink. He nodded at the indication, sent his coworker off, and finished up the drink with no issues.
Of course, as he raised his gaze from the glass to properly look over the customer, his eyes widened—marginally, but, how could they not? The familiar tufts of blonde hair and striking face—it was… definitely Temari. –Well, she was of age, but he’d never seen her there before.
He almost turned around to bid his quiet evening a wistful goodbye as it sprinted out the front doors.
“Long Island Iced Tea.” He set it down in front of her and leaned over the counter, eyebrow raised. “That ice isn’t going to melt anymore, you know. –I could take that hostage glass out of your hands, if you’d like.”
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This morning was a busy one. It was Saturday, and for Pyrrha, it was a day off of sorts. The redhead had decided to don a pair of shades and make her way to a nearby Starbucks, doing her best to conceal her face. There were times where she could walk freely (and alone) without the shades, but today felt like one of those days.
And it was.
On her way to the Starbucks, she took note of the three figures following her. Each and every time she looked back, the figures would quickly disperse, giving her more suspicion.
It didn’t end once she entered the cafe. Placing a hand along side her face, she kept her head down, tapping her foot. The line was really slow this morning.
Hearing a voice, she slowly looks back to the source.
“What do you mean?” She began, lowering her hand.
“It’s just…a shirt and shorts. This is normal, isn’t it?”
Normal? Well, yeah. If he were to compare it side-by-side with any other person walking down the street decked out in the same way, it would probably close to identical. But if all other aspects were to be considered, then…
“Your posture might add to it.” She’d lowered her hand, so he couldn’t point it out, but—he pulled back his shoulders, held his head higher, and stuck out his chest by the slightest degrees. “You stand like you’re important, too.” He fell back into his natural slouch all at once, so as to demonstrate.
Still, he looked towards the direction she’d had her hand raised, eyes skimming over the area discreetly. Did she just think she was being tailed or—
“It’s just for a coffee.” His words were exasperated and somewhat sympathetic, in a way. “Are you… looking for someone?”
She really wasn’t surprised at his reaction, or his taking of a beer. Since they were both going to be fed soon, she was far more relaxed. “No school fires? Drug deals? Teachers quitting during a fit of realization of their incompetence?” She meant it as a joke, but an inccident similar had occured her first year in college. If anything it was hilarious and worth note for the rest of the year.
Temari had to take another drink at mention of the force. “It’s work. Pays the bills. But working with mostly men, they don’t let you do most of the fun stuff. Not as much work as I was expecting.” Like joining in the foot chases, kicking down the doors, going up to cars, interrogating the people they brought in. She was doing a job she hadn’t entirely wanted to do, and wasn’t working up to full capability simply because she was a girl. But something told her not to tell him that, not to show her disappointment in something she had worked so hard at.
She put on a smile and tilted her head. “Sorry. Work talk is always boring.” Still smiling at him she suddenly realized, she had no idea what he had been studying in their classes together. Generally it was the basic classes, not her advanced law and social dynamics… Her brow furrowed “What are you majoring in again?”
The rice cooker beeped and she turned back towards the kitchen, glancing at him still hoping for an answer.
Ah. So, something like that was going on? Shikamaru swirled the drink within the beer can, peering down at it in thought. Her smile wasn’t in it—not like it had been at the market, anyway. Guys liked to think they were tough. Especially men. Especially men on a force like that. Of course, Shikamaru would sooner leave that kind of stuff to Temari anyhow.
“You are a girl.” He says it tactlessly and a bead of regret slides down his temple. But, he had time to rephrase. “Not that it should matter much at all, but. --Girls are… incredibly capable. My mom could probably scare the shit out of anyone you work with. Still, obviously, they’ve never seen you have at it with an unfairly graded assignment. And that must be relatively tame compared to what you could be handling. But the moment they understand what you’re capable of, you’re going to get overworked. Enjoy this.” Was it consolation? He wasn’t sure himself.
Oh. The dreaded major question. He thought it might go unanswered without notice when the timer went off, but—she was looking at him expectantly. He sighed and took a long drink.
“Undeclared.” He needed to declare soon, if he wanted to continue schooling. His general ed classes were just about done and he was running out of time. But this wasn’t something he wanted to talk about now. “Though, we did have a student-teacher fight not too long ago.” He looped back to her previous inquiries, praying it’d go overlooked. “… The teacher won. And there were only two textbooks involved.”
“Let’s go then!” Temari bounded out of the house, pausing as she realized she was still wearing her scrubby sweat pants and… no shoes. “After I change!” She made a U-turn and bolted back into her house, preffering to throw on a black tennis skirt (No one had to know it wasnt a real mini skirt if it still looked like one right?) and a burgundy tank top and her tennishoes. Having already put her makeup on and pulled up her hair, she was ready in no time.
“Okay now let’s go!” She charged out of her house once more, taking Shikamaru by the arm as she went. Troublesome or not, she was ubsurdly excited, and may or may not like how her skirt swaed with every step.
Shikamaru cried out in alarm as he was yanked forward, stunned by her hasty enthusiasm. “H-hey, wait!” She had a tight grip and all he could do was stumble onward and attempt to gain his footing—and, it was beginning to seem like his resistance of going into a full-out run was costing them distance and causing them navigational issues. Although--…
“Temari, you didn’t know about the festival ten minutes ago— you can’t know where you’re going.” This is said in between pants and Shikamaru tugged his arm back, meaning to pull her to a stop with him. “It’s…”
Temari moved quickly, seemingly already knowing exactly how she was going to prepare the food without much fuss. “Where you’ll be comfortable. It wont take long. Fish is easy to cook.” Temari slid th fish in the oven and turned on her rice cooker/ steam pot. Best investment she had ever made since moving out.
Rinsing her hands off and grabbing her favorite beer she paused. “Are you old enough to drink? Should I be worried of bringing a strange kid into my house?” Seeking him out she arched a brow at him. “I have kool aid too if you want some.”
Thuroughly enjoying herself, she popped open her beer and took a swig before grinning at him. It was nice, having someone over other than her brothers. Her work restricted most relationships with her coworkers, ‘liabilities’ and such, and really the few times she went out she never really found someone who perked her intrest beyond casual conversation. Despite her teasing and mixed feelings on how to treat the younger man, she was starting to realize she enjoyed his company.
“So Shika, how goes the classes?”
“Hardy har har.” He stood again, slowly stalking over towards her as she snapped open her drink. He paused as he stood next to her, dark eyes locking onto hers in a pseudo challenge—and then he took his prize, reaching over her to grab one of her beers. “You already let me in—there’s nothing left for you to do but to accept responsibility for your actions.”
He’s a little surprised that she took to drinking right away, but the only another reaction it evokes is intrigue. Not that he’ll tell her all of that, of course. But it’s possible that the mild amusement playing on his lips betrays his thoughts anyhow. Oh, well.
“Classes are classes. Nothing drastic has happened since you’ve been gone, I’m sure.” He popped open his own can and took a drink, opting to linger in the kitchen this time, leaning against the counter as he watched her work. “They’re still questionable and I still get all the sleep I need throughout the day.
“What about you, though? How’s the force? It sounds like too much work from where I’m standing.” But it’s admirable that she chose that field. He can see it really working out for her, troublesome as she is.
