[Kankuro immediately know she's not good. Unfortunately he doesn't know what's wrong. His frown deepens, looking strange without the facepaint to follow the movements.
She sounds off. It sounds like Temari, and he knows it's her, knows it like he knows his puppets and his brother, but there is a strange quality to it. His head tilts ever so slightly, much like the namesake of his first puppet.]
Are you sure? Your voice, it sounds different. Did something happen?
[Kakuro places his hands on her shoulder. He wasn't sure what to say to the last comment, but he gives a crooked if still worried grin.]
Ninja kitchen action. Oh ouch. Temari... ;_;
She sounds off. It sounds like Temari, and he knows it's her, knows it like he knows his puppets and his brother, but there is a strange quality to it. His head tilts ever so slightly, much like the namesake of his first puppet.]
Are you sure? Your voice, it sounds different. Did something happen?
[Kakuro places his hands on her shoulder. He wasn't sure what to say to the last comment, but he gives a crooked if still worried grin.]
Heh. No one expects the Shinobi of the Sand.