Luck, [she repeats, with a bit of a disbelieving laugh. Luck's got nothing to do with war -- or then, maybe it does. Luck could be the deciding factor in who survives to the end of the war, after all. The wrong place at the right time, if she was going to think about Neji.
Faster than blinking, another knife is in her hand, being flipped up and down, up and down, quicker than before to give her something to focus on, something to drown out the idea that had Neji been on her side of the battlefield, that would never have happened.
Her face contorts a bit, a little shadowed, a little tired. Then almost as quickly as it appears, she forces with away with a quick smile.] Thanks. The name's Tenten though, not kid, so you'd better remember that.
[Quick, time to lighten up the conversation again, something to keep him from asking about the war. What was it he'd said a few minutes ago?]
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Faster than blinking, another knife is in her hand, being flipped up and down, up and down, quicker than before to give her something to focus on, something to drown out the idea that had Neji been on her side of the battlefield, that would never have happened.
Her face contorts a bit, a little shadowed, a little tired. Then almost as quickly as it appears, she forces with away with a quick smile.] Thanks. The name's Tenten though, not kid, so you'd better remember that.
[Quick, time to lighten up the conversation again, something to keep him from asking about the war. What was it he'd said a few minutes ago?]
Got it memorized?