Sandwiches
Anji Michalski
"Gaara, there's a
pubic hair in my sandwich."
Gaara paused
mid-bite
to look at the hair that Temari was dangling in
front of
his face. "...It's not mine."
She rolled
her eyes
and slammed her hands on the table. "Of course
it's not
yours." With great ceremony, and as much
stomping
as humanly possible, she carried her sandwich
to the
garbage can and disposed of it. "You
don't keep
having sex with your boyfriend on the kitchen
counter!"
Gaara considered responding to this,
chose
instead to merely raise an eyebrow, and went
back to
eating.
Temari blanched. "You're going
to keep
eating that? What if there's more hair
in it?
Or... or... fluids?!" She tried to swipe
the
sandwich from Gaara's hands, but he evaded her.
"Gaara!
Give me that! You could catch
something!"
"I'm hungry. And I don't
want to make
another sandwich."
She groaned, and
tried again
to seize the sandwich. "Honestly, Gaara!
I'll
make you another one! Just give me that
thing!"
He gave in, and watched in
silence as she
disposed of the offending food, and began to
assemble
two new sandwiches on the (hopefully) clean
table.
"Really Gaara," she grumbled as she spread the
butter,
"you have to take better care of your health.
Your
Ultimate Defense won't save you from food
poisoning or
STDs or something. Did you want tomato?" Gaara
blinked,
slightly thrown by the change in conversation,
then
nodded. "Listen to your older sister here,
okay? You
can't go eating something like that just
because you're
too lazy to make something else." She put the
new
sandwich down on the plate in front of him.
"You're old
enough now to know better than that! Honestly,
boys are
so... unhyegnic!"
Gaara
considered this as
he chewed. When he finished, he put his plate
in the
sink and turned to Temari. Then, with something
that
might have been the tiniest of smiles, he said,
"But at
least I don't have sex on the kitchen
counter."
As he walked out of the room,
he could
hear Temari choking on her sandwich behind him.
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