A loud an undignified snort sounded from behind Gaara's right shoulder, where Kankurou stood.
Gaara stared down at the child who looked hardly old enough to start picking it's own nose. He didn't trust himself to open his mouth and ask the child to repeat what it had just said. Despite being well-mannered, Gaara knew how to swear, and found it very difficult not to do so sometimes.
Kankurou bit his tongue in a futile effort to stop himself laughing, his eyes squeezed closed and lips pressed in a firm line.
Silence reigned for longer than five minutes.
The child continued to stare up at the Kazekage with a look of pure curiosity and awe, it's mouth slightly agape, revealing two missing bottom teeth, the child's tiny fists clutching the front of Gaara's robes.
Gaara glanced over his shoulder to see Kankurou shaking visibly in an effort to keep himself from making a noise.
"Those had better be tears," Gaara warned, deadpanned, Kankurou's eyes leaking at the sides.
"They are!" the elder squeaked, before promptly exploding into uproarious laughter and clutching his stomach.
The child tugged at Gaara's robes and the red-head looked back down at it, before the child decided to voice it's question again.
"What eyeliner do you use?"
((END. I have been wanting to write 'loud an undignified snort' for ages, and HAH! I got to do it! The thing about the tears is from a movie I can't remember right now. Had Bruce–Someone in it, I think. Anyway, hope you liked them, and there'll be more soon. Sorry I'm spamming your emails and stuff.))