"Gaara, what are you doing?"
Gaara's eyes snapped up.
Questions! Gaara hated questions. He hated them so much he wanted to stamp on them, but it was difficult to stamp on a sound.
A little like dancing, stomping was. But, you're sort of moving your body about too, as well as your feet.
Oh, how happy he felt felt right now. All fuzzy like a pair of slippers, oh, happy day.
Happy like watermelons! Oh, yes!
At the sound of her brother's euphoric giggling, and the sight of his glassy eyes and shaking hands, Temari decided that she's make sure all coffee was gone from the premises by the next morning.
((END. Good lord, thank you Chaotic Demon for those thirteen prompts! I've been writing them like the obsessive little fangirl I am!))