Ah, the value of personal experience!
R&R
Kankuro had many bad habits, as his siblings were all too quick to point out, but Temari had somehow become fixated on this one.
"KANKURO!!!"
"Crap," he muttered as he walked into the room.
"When was the last time you've cleaned the bathroom?!"
"Who cares!" he said, throwing up his hands. "It's not like you use it, and Gaara has his own bathroom too!"
During their conversation, the glare Temari was giving him morphed from her regular ire to the same level of intent she gave the practice dummies on a particularly bad day.
"There are things GROWING IN THERE!!!" she screamed, backing Kankuro up against a wall and shoving a fan into his sternum.
Well, so maybe the stuff that seemed to be flourishing in the toilet wasn't all that healthy, and the shower could do with some cleaning, but honestly! It wasn't that bad! At least nothing smelled.
"Come on, it's fine! There's nothing to get all pissy about," he said dismissively.
Temari's eyes darkened a few shades and the fingers of her free hand twitched ominously. That was all the warning he was given as her hand reached back to grab the giant fan from her back.
//Crap, crap, crap!!!//
She whirled suddenly as Kankuro ducked what he believed to be his approaching doom. When the sound of the whirlwind vanished and he realized he was miraculously unharmed, he glanced around his sister to see just what had taken the brunt of that attack.
"Well, now we don't have to worry about anyone else getting pissy, do we," she hissed, marching off with fan in hand.
Kankuro was left to stare out of a gaping hole that looked out onto the front yard where his room had once been.
Gaara was standing outside, paused in mid-step. He glanced at the wreckage and just barely suppressed a grin.