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purplekitteTitle: “Chouji-Gaara”
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Chouji, Gaara
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Chuunin exam preliminaries
Word Count: 161
Disclaimer: Naruto not mine
“Come to dinner at my place.”
The redhead from Sand didn’t even answer with silence, because it couldn’t be called answering.
“You killed the guy who beat me at the chuunin exams. I am now morally obligated, as an Akimichi, to invite you over for a meal. So, would you come over tonight? My mother will cook great, authentic Wind Country dishes, just like your mother made.”
Gaara’s sand twitched. “She’s dead.”
“Or she could make foreign food, if you feel like something different. Anything you want.”
Yashamaru had always mentioned some specialty of Fire Country, that he thought might be a food. “What is a donut?”
“Donuts? They’re usually for brea… Donuts. Sure. Great. It’ll be interesting,” Chouji said, brightening up. “We’ll find something to do with that. Your brother and sister are welcome too, of course. My house is just past the Academy, off the main street, the one with the weird-shaped streetlamp out front. Be there at seven.”
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Chouji, Gaara
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Chuunin exam preliminaries
Word Count: 161
Disclaimer: Naruto not mine
“Come to dinner at my place.”
The redhead from Sand didn’t even answer with silence, because it couldn’t be called answering.
“You killed the guy who beat me at the chuunin exams. I am now morally obligated, as an Akimichi, to invite you over for a meal. So, would you come over tonight? My mother will cook great, authentic Wind Country dishes, just like your mother made.”
Gaara’s sand twitched. “She’s dead.”
“Or she could make foreign food, if you feel like something different. Anything you want.”
Yashamaru had always mentioned some specialty of Fire Country, that he thought might be a food. “What is a donut?”
“Donuts? They’re usually for brea… Donuts. Sure. Great. It’ll be interesting,” Chouji said, brightening up. “We’ll find something to do with that. Your brother and sister are welcome too, of course. My house is just past the Academy, off the main street, the one with the weird-shaped streetlamp out front. Be there at seven.”
