Temari asked for help with Earth country delegation next month. I obliged to help on behalf of Lady Tsunade. In reality, I just didn't want the girl to berate me again. Call me a lazy slob and whatnot.
Temari. She's become somewhat of an ambassador between the Sand Village and Konoha. We've run a bunch of peace missions, her and I. Okay, well, mostly her. But, it's expected. The girl's a goddamn machine. Smart, driven, ruthlessly business-minded—she can run a seventy-five hour work week and still have the energy to cut down an entire forest. It's unmanly of me to admit this but sometimes I have to force her to eat. The girl's so absorbed in her work that she often forgets to.
When we do eat together, she usually opts for seaweed soup. Seawood soup with walnuts on the side. It's predictable now, expected. A calculating girl like her never changes her routine. I told her to try something new once and she told me to bugger off. She yelled that she can appreciate her damn soup if she wants. I guess living in a desert makes you yearn for the ocean.
Chouji bugs me about asking her out. The thought of it is repulsing. I mean, she's not bad looking at all, but the girl's two shuriken short of psycho. She almost killed me the first time we met...not that she could have anyway but damn did she try. I'll say it again. Women are troublesome. She's so troublesome.
Though, admittedly, she's not bad looking at all.