It was a tiresome ritual. Like a dance, they weaved and bobbed, following each other's lead as they said goodbye to their visitors. They stood by the door waiting patiently (on the outside at least) for the two men to leave, after their one-month stay which had cemented the two secretly impatient shinobi's marriage. The shorter one picked up his official hat, and with a flourish, sat it on his head. The other man grinned cheekily, and told them to be good as he swung his three scrolls onto his back. With a final wave, from the joking one and a solemn nod with a small half-smile from the younger, the two men exited. The house's actual occupants rushed to the door, enthusiastically calling out "good bye" and "have a safe trip" and "come again" and other such phrases. None of them came from the heart though. As their now former guests dissappeared from sight the woman closed the door, leaning against it with her eyes closed. She sighed, and the man looked at her curiously. Then her eyes slowly opened and flashed brightly, teal and mischief mixing to give them an entirely new color. One called Temari. The man's mouth slowly drew into a grin as lazy as he himself was as his new wife swayed up to him, grabbing his hands, dragging him up the stairs. Laughing they stumbled their way to their new room, ready to finally enjoy a different kind of dance.
