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When; August 26th, 9am
Rating; PG
Characters; weaponed, no_prototype
Summary; Tenten challenges Jet to a snowball fight.
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She'd chosen the gardens, a nice wide area of snow with few people to get caught in the crossfire. The snow was still falling lightly and she shivered slightly in the cold as she waited patiently, fingers winding around the edge of her scarf. It had been some time since she'd been out in the snow and she wasn't about to ask Neji to participate in the traditional snowball fight. In fact, without Lee or Gai-sensei, there wasn't much Tenten was prepared to ask from her team mate. Least of all this.

It was just as well Jet had given into her taunt or she would have been very bored, cooped up inside.

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Girls were hard to fathom at times. What was the point of issuing a challenge when she'd already made lunch for them? It was exactly that kind of thing that made him wary of females. Who knew what they had up their sleeves? Not that it was in his right to complain, he hadn't eaten much besides noodles and sandwiches the past few days.

The out-stretched hands were easier to figure out.

"Bruised ego aside, that sounds good," he finally ventured, hesitant in taking her hands to warm up his frozen fingers. He wasn't used to touching other people. That was just a little to familiar.

"What'd ya make?"

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Definitely more like Neji. It was a shame - one ice prince was all she could handle. But, that was the way things went, and as long as no one was running around in a hideous green jumpsuit shouting about the springtime of youth? She was sure she'd manage.

Tenten paused before finally responding. "Oyakodon. And don't take it the wrong way. I only made it because Neji's being a grump and won't move from his room since Hinata's around." She shrugged again, glancing off to the side, the refused hands now on her hips.

"It's up to you though, sullen one," she added as an afterthought, eyes narrowing. Boys were difficult to deal with.

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Neji. Hinata. He automatically raked his memory for faces to attach to the names, though it was futile attepmt. He didn't know who those people were. Let alone what they looked like. He'd find out later, once he got feeling back into his limbs.

"Wouldn't that food to go to waste," he shrugged, not wanting to appear too eager. Real food, for once! Maybe this whole snowball fight thing hadn't been a total waste of time, after all.

"Guess I'll take you out for lunch another time," he added as an afterthought. A deal was a deal in Jet's book.

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"Suppose I'll have to hold you to that." She smiled, once again shaking her head as she set off through the snow. Walking. The fight had taken away some of Tenten's pent up energy, and the constant flow of chakra was starting to take effect.

She glanced back to make sure he was following, sighing once again. "Sorry for dragging you out. I just wanted to... do something. Anything." One more shrug for good measure as she continued walking, crunching snow beneath her feet. "I'll take my scarf back when you're done with it, by the way."

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"S'no big deal," Jet replied as he followed, more than eager to get out from the cold and take up residence at the nearest heater. "I was gonna go crazy if I stayed inside anyway." He had a feeling that something or someone might have ended up getting shot if he hadn't found an excuse to get out.

He fingered the aforementioned scarf, which was better suited for the current weather than his two were, and absently pulled it up to keep his throat from being exposed.

"Yeah," he muttered, picking up his pace a little. He never liked talking to people's backs. "Thanks."

Jet followed Tenten "home", ignoring the fact that he felt like a stray dog while he was at it.