[You'd be so proud of him sis. So very proud. Kankuro is quite willing to get Temari back in the loop of Suna gossip and news. Probably in private though, now that he thinks about it. Konoha may be their ally, but there are still things they don't get to know.
Kankuro watches Temari's expression fade to seriousness, feeling something in his gut tremble. He stays silent, letting her talk.
A fight makes sense, after all that is generally how you'd loose your hearing. Unless you have bad luck with household items. The news about Mission is also a relief That means he won't go stir crazy or loose his edge.
When she cuts her self off, his stomach clenches, acidic nausea building.
Of course, her news is actually worse than what he was expecting.
Kankuro doesn't move for a long moment, expression strangely blank. When he does, it's not the explosion of rage and 'what the hell' that she may have been expecting. Instead he lurches out of his seat and grabs her in a tight hug.
Her admission hits upon his deepest fear, one that had been closer to the surface ever since the start of the war and him being assigned to a group so far away from his siblings. Kankuro knows she can take care of herself but life is not sure and the idea of loosing either of his siblings hurts.
It was horrible when Gaara had died, a deep tear torn into his secret heart, barely patched together when he returned to life. Yes, he had returned, but the damage was done. Kankuro's fear had been realized and now he has achingly aware of the mortality of his family. Yet, he had swallowed that all down, and had thrown himself into his puppets and Suna's information network. Anything to make himself stronger, and bury that fear.
And here is Temari, his sister, admitting to his deepest fear. That she had died, here, where he could do nothing. Where he hadn't been. Alone. ...Like Gaara.
Kankuro couldn't help but hide his face in her neck, everything coming up in a brief moment of - fearhurtdespairnononononononononono!
Then it passes and he slowly loosens his hug, though he still holds her loosely, before leaning back. His eyes are bright and slightly red but his expression is firm and there is anger in there was well.]
Who? Who killed you?
[After you tell him that, then he will focus on the fact you are obviously alive and here and something is weird. But first, he has to know who he has to murder.]
Ninja kitchen action. Kankuro's feels are broken. Also I lack an icon that works.
Kankuro watches Temari's expression fade to seriousness, feeling something in his gut tremble. He stays silent, letting her talk.
A fight makes sense, after all that is generally how you'd loose your hearing. Unless you have bad luck with household items. The news about Mission is also a relief That means he won't go stir crazy or loose his edge.
When she cuts her self off, his stomach clenches, acidic nausea building.
Of course, her news is actually worse than what he was expecting.
Kankuro doesn't move for a long moment, expression strangely blank. When he does, it's not the explosion of rage and 'what the hell' that she may have been expecting. Instead he lurches out of his seat and grabs her in a tight hug.
Her admission hits upon his deepest fear, one that had been closer to the surface ever since the start of the war and him being assigned to a group so far away from his siblings. Kankuro knows she can take care of herself but life is not sure and the idea of loosing either of his siblings hurts.
It was horrible when Gaara had died, a deep tear torn into his secret heart, barely patched together when he returned to life. Yes, he had returned, but the damage was done. Kankuro's fear had been realized and now he has achingly aware of the mortality of his family. Yet, he had swallowed that all down, and had thrown himself into his puppets and Suna's information network. Anything to make himself stronger, and bury that fear.
And here is Temari, his sister, admitting to his deepest fear. That she had died, here, where he could do nothing. Where he hadn't been. Alone. ...Like Gaara.
Kankuro couldn't help but hide his face in her neck, everything coming up in a brief moment of - fearhurtdespairnononononononononono!
Then it passes and he slowly loosens his hug, though he still holds her loosely, before leaning back. His eyes are bright and slightly red but his expression is firm and there is anger in there was well.]
Who? Who killed you?
[After you tell him that, then he will focus on the fact you are obviously alive and here and something is weird. But first, he has to know who he has to murder.]