Of Illness and Ice Cream
Maybe it was that Gaara hadn't been feeling all too well that day. He was hot yet cold at the same time, head pounding from the moment he awoke, nose running relentlessly. He was pretty sure he had caught that cold from one of the chunin he'd recently assigned a mission to, and suffice to say he wasn't happy one bit with that.
The desert sun was doing its job magnificently, keeping the area too hot and too dry. Gaara made sure to keep water on his desk should he need it. All in all, it was a fairly average day, although throughout he did feel a bit nauseous.
Then again, he had overslept last night, having fallen a bit behind on work and finishing up through the night. He had fallen asleep before he had finished, in the end. The point was he didn't eat anything that morning in his rush to get ready. Through lunch, though certainly hungry, he kept working, as some very important things had come up, and he could always eat a little later. He decided to have a large dinner that evening, so