Miff (v) - annoy
GaaMiko
"Emiko, could you please just-" The Kazekage gestured incoherently at the girl seated on his desk. She was wrinkling his paperwork.
"What?" Her eyes widened innocently, and Gaara tried to ignore the little jump thing his heart did in his chest when she did that.
"You're-" He gestured with his hands again, and Emiko bit back a laugh at his flail. "You're wrinkling very important documents."
She swung her feet, and Gaara sighed. The longer it took her to move, the longer it would take him to get through it all, and the later he would get home. He really didn't want to be signing documents any longer than he had to. His hand cramped up so easily, and he had to go to a meeting tomorrow that he'd almost certainly have to take notes on. He sighed again, and sand danced around his fingers.
"Emiko," he sighed. "Can you please just move so I can get my work done?" He might have been begging a little. Only because she wouldn't move, though. He, the Kazekage, Gaara of the Sand, the greatest shinobi in the entire Fire Nation, would never lower himself to begging in any other situation, of course.
She seemed to contemplate it for a moment, and he sighed yet again as she adopted the classic thinking pose.
"Hmm..." She smiled at him, and his hopes rose in his chest. "No."
His hopes deflated again, but a devious smile curled his lips.
"Well," he said, stepping forward toward the girl on his desk. "If you won't move, then I'll have to move you myself."
She shrieked and laughed as he hoisted her off the desk, pounding on his back as he threw her over his shoulder. She smiled as he laughed. All she wanted was for him to have a little fun.
Yeah, so I threw in a little of Gaara's inner ranting just for my own amusement. I just love that little redhead so much. Just...afjbuodkcoidh.