Quote:Baki grinned. “Sure.” He said, then waited for Gaara to take a seat, pick up a pen and lean his elbows on his desk. “Although, come to think of it. Your sister Temari was the product of make-up sex. And right there too.” Baki pointed ruthlessly at the spot where Gaara's elbows were resting.
Gaara slammed his hands against the desk and pushed with strength enough to slide backwards, hitting the wall behind him.
His former sensei was struggling not to laugh as Gaara stared at his desk as if it were a thing possessed. “Burn it.” His whisper sounded strangled as he pointed toward the large wooden desk.
From "Marry My Father Please?".
-Morgan.