This is a rock. It's a nice rock. Only about a rock size tall and a sock size wide. He sits by my door step. Yeah, he upgraded to a he. Well, the best thing about rock is that rock doesn't talk. You know who also doesn't talk?
Gaara.
Thus, Gaara is equivalent to my rock.
"Hey, Gaara." I walked through the entrance to the office carrying a box of two dozen donuts. I had my casual clothes on; khakis and a t-shirt. My t-shirt promptly read: Never missing rain. My hair, often reaching far below my waist was tied back to a more manageable position. I walked over to Gaara, his office door left open, and set the box of donuts on his desk.
Shuffling his papers, he looked at me and said: nothing. He merely shook his head to decline the donuts. I stared at him and asked, "Would you like a donut?" Obviously ignoring his gestures. I refuse to speak body language.
However, instead of answering me verbally, he turned his gaze to stare down at the paper work in front of him.
Unbelievable. He won't talk to me.
I pulled a crumpled napkin from my knapsack and set it on his desk. I picked the brightest colored donut and set it down, waiting for him to decline.
Again. Nothing. This time not even a response. Never looked up.
Stupid wasteful kazekage. I let out an annoyed huff and left when I noticed Temari at the coffee station.
I was still feeling dejected when I opened the box to the blonde. "I got you custard filled." I said gloomily.
"What's up with you," she asked, "and thank you." Then dipped her fingers in the near melted frosting. The sun here was the enemy. That wasn't warm love that melted the donuts.
"You're brother has never spoken a word to me." I wined. A short laugh escaped her lips, pushed back by a bite into her soft donut. "I swear, is his voice super high pitched and embarrassing or something?" She laughed again.
"Shi, you-"
"Shianne." I interrupted her. I don't like the nickname and she keeps pushing it.
"Yeah, you've only been working here a week and you think he'll open up that soon? My brother is a very reserved person." I nodded but paused. The coffee maker began to let off steam and Temari removed it from the heating pad.
"I'm not asking him to open up! Just speak one damn word to me." I let out a huff exaggeratedly. Temari poured me a mug of tea in a plain white cup. I heart Suna.
"Don't expect much too soon." She paused a moment and nodded to me before she walked off to her own private office.
"Yeah." I muttered to myself. I headed to my own office across from Gaara's to begin my paper for the SS Times. How am I suppose to write a story on this guy if he never speaks a word to me?
Hi guys... If anyone reads this, could you comment? I'd appreciate it a lot. ._. Yup.
