Her fingers tapped agitatedly on the glossy cover of her book. He wasn't going to leave. The one time he wasn't being a pushover was the one time she wished he would. Damn it. Prolonging this any further would just lead to her getting angrier, most likely hitting something (hard), and then there would be a whole mess of avoidable problems for her to deal with that would just lead to her arguing with a bunch of people she didn't care about.
While Temari liked arguing, she really couldn't see this as benefiting her. She pulled one leg out from under her and kicked her bag off the bench to the floor, clearing up ample space for him to sit.
"Just promise you won't do that annoying thing. You know, when you talk? It bugs me."
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