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Temari took a deep breath before knocking on the bathroom door. She closed her eyes and reminded herself that patience is a virtue both on the field and in the home. Her left hand poised over the door, she decided to inhale calmly just one more time.
“Kankuro?”
“Yea?”
“You decent?” The door creaked in response, pushed open by Kankuro’s foot.
“Getting there,” he said, leaning in close to the mirror and dotting on some more purple under his left eye. Temari’s hand clenched and unclenched while she watched her brother carefully apply his signature purple designs. Recently, they had assumed an unusually beautiful color of purple. Little bit of shimmer, actually. This purple had some dimension to it, complex and rich. It had been a good lipstick. Now it was a good nub.
“Any particular reason,” Temari said, tapping her fingers on the counter, “you decided to just… grab one of my tubes of lipstick rather than buy more paint?” One of Kankuro’s eyebrows lifted and he looked at Temari in the mirror.
“I didn’t?” She looked pointedly at the nearly used up tube in his hand. “I didn’t! This is mine, I bought this! I got the same one as yours.” Her eyes narrowed as she jutted out her lower lip.
“Then why can’t I find mine?”
Kankuro rolled his eyes and twisted the cap back on with a flourish. “Probably because you’re a pig, Tem,” he scoffed, and hopped off the bathroom counter. “I really did buy this one myself, I just wanted to try it out.” Temari snatched the tube and looked at the bottom for her initials—which weren’t there. Sighing, she handed it back to him.
“It’s a nice color, right?”
“It’s a great color!” he said earnestly. “I just think I’m gonna stick to the paint though, it smudges less.”
“Do what you want,” she shrugged, and walked out of the bathroom scratching the back of her head. “Sorry I got on your case. I feel like I’m losing it, I know I can be a little messy-“ Kankuro snorted, “-but it’s like… an organized mess, you know?” Kankuro mirrored her shrug and walked back to his room.
“Sorry sis. If I see it turn up, I’ll tell you.” He slouched into his room, closed the door quietly and broke into a severe sweat. Slumping down, he sat with his head against the wood before crawling over to his trashcan and rifling around the papers and broken bits of wood before finding the twin of the tube in his pocket. Picking it up carefully, he surveyed the damage it had sustained when he stepped on it in the bathroom last week.
He squinted at the barely intelligible TEM scratched in the bottom and cursed rapidly under his breath. Forging her handwriting would be easy, but how much had she used when he smashed it? And would she notice if he guessed wrong? He loosened his collar. His siblings had always been a little frightening, but since the extraction of the Ichibi, Kankuro almost missed his brother’s temper when compared to his sister’s.