A. [Rain. Waking up in a strange forest when he was supposed to be fighting in the climax of a war to decide the fate of their entire world had been irritating. Learning that someone had stripped him and put him in ridiculous white pants had been a minor annoyance. That he somehow had seemingly useless wings fully attached to his back, nerves and all, was confusing. But that it had started to rain on him as he made his way toward the village was enough to have a brow twitching-a subtle break in a rather entirely calm demeanor.
By the time he made it to the outskirts of the village, he was cold, and worse he was wet, looking a bit like a drowned raccoon rather than the proud Kazekage.]
B. [He had finally found it, randomly sitting in the corner of a small store. His gourd. Like it was just some casual item to be snatched by the first curious looker. And as insulting as it seemed, it was the hand reaching toward his gourd that had red lining his vision. Without thinking, the cork on the gourd scattered in a puff of dust and sand oozed out of the gourd to wrap around the curious arm like a snake made of sand.]
If you value your arm, you will move it away from my gourd.
[While the days of threatening limbs had been far behind him, at seeing someone else attempt to casually touch something so entirely intimate to him had him momentarily reverting. That was his sand, infused with his chakra, the hint of blood lingering on the sand used to crush more bodies than he could count. At least he had enough restraint to give some warning first.]
Gaara | Naruto
[Rain. Waking up in a strange forest when he was supposed to be fighting in the climax of a war to decide the fate of their entire world had been irritating. Learning that someone had stripped him and put him in ridiculous white pants had been a minor annoyance. That he somehow had seemingly useless wings fully attached to his back, nerves and all, was confusing. But that it had started to rain on him as he made his way toward the village was enough to have a brow twitching-a subtle break in a rather entirely calm demeanor.
By the time he made it to the outskirts of the village, he was cold, and worse he was wet, looking a bit like a drowned raccoon rather than the proud Kazekage.]
B.
[He had finally found it, randomly sitting in the corner of a small store. His gourd. Like it was just some casual item to be snatched by the first curious looker. And as insulting as it seemed, it was the hand reaching toward his gourd that had red lining his vision. Without thinking, the cork on the gourd scattered in a puff of dust and sand oozed out of the gourd to wrap around the curious arm like a snake made of sand.]
If you value your arm, you will move it away from my gourd.
[While the days of threatening limbs had been far behind him, at seeing someone else attempt to casually touch something so entirely intimate to him had him momentarily reverting. That was his sand, infused with his chakra, the hint of blood lingering on the sand used to crush more bodies than he could count. At least he had enough restraint to give some warning first.]