3. Sloth
It had been two weeks since graduation, and she had gotten pretty used –more like immune, really, they're an epidemic- to the spandex-clad duo. It was hard to believe she had been close to hysterics fourteen days prior.
Her eyes flickered with amusement and a little affection as she twirled a newly polished senbon through her fingers. Neji watched her from the corner of his eyes and if he wasn't so stoic, Tenten imagined he would've scoffed.
"This is absurd." He muttered, his voice piercing. "Really."
"It's not my fault, Neji." She had dropped the politeness from her voice since finding out he didn't care either ways. "I wasn't trained."
"I learned." He pressed, his own pointy object glinting from the sunlight streaming from the open window. He tugged on the string.
She rolled her eyes. "We can't all be bloody geniuses."
This time, he did grunt… or something similar. It was really hard to tell, but Tenten felt a surge of triumph at being the one to make the sound rumble from his chest.
Having a genius in a team definitely had its advantages. Despite the routine insults, the obnoxious smirks, the indifferent arrogance and the aura of superiority he exuded, Neji was good to have around. She giggled childishly, hiding beneath a dirt-stained hand as Neji continued to coolly sulk a few ways from her, expertly sewing the popped buttons of their client's shirt -It was her fault, yanking it out of the closet like that, but honestly… it looked like a rag more than anything- but Lee was only too quick to take the blame.
Lethargy stepped in, and she would've fallen asleep if he hadn't scooted over and pricked her with his lethal needle. She would've laughed, if her eyelids weren't feeling so heavy.
She was glad she hadn't wasted any time learning sewing.