Gaara had dignity.
Quite a lot of it, in fact.
But, this dignity seemed to flee and leave him on his lonesome when it came to food or looking 'cute'.
So, at the mention of watermelon, Gaara's dignity broke the sound-barrior and disappeared out the door before Gaara could say a word to try and convince it to stay.
Temari giggled expectantly as she watched her littlest brother eat the watermelon piece she gave him. She's purposely cut him a piece a little to big for him. Kankurou sat beside her; about amused as she was. Neither of them were paying attention to their own watermelon slices.
Gaara sat opposite them, trying and failing to eat the vaguely-sweet fruit without getting any of the watery juice on his cheeks.
The red-head of the family was more than upset when he noticed he had a rather large glob of the sweet pink flesh sticking to the end of his nose.
Temari exploded into squeals and coos while Gaara's dignity sobbed quietly from a neighboring country.
((END. Despite my eating watermelon for three strait days, I was at a loss as what to write for this one. Hope it was alright. I would write a special drabble for the 150th review of this fic, but, well, I'm doing drabbles anyway. Sorry! Got any ideas for what I should do, just give me a yell. Maybe i'll do it for my 200th review.))