| [Jan. 23rd, 2009|01:37 pm] |
Tsume eyed the light glinting through pretty blue glass, refracting and dancing and nearly blinding when it hit just right, and snorted. He was a bum. "If we'd needed a rescue," she pointed out dryly, completely ignoring the fact that she'd not exactly been winning, "we've had hollered."
"I never need a rescue," Kuromaru mumbled. "And certainly not from--"
Tsume cut over his growled words. "But if you need a rescue, we might be able to manage something." She flashed a grin that was more teeth than smile, still feeling edgy despite Baton on the ground and Akabenimaru whining by his side. Company wouldn't be unwelcome, and inside would be warmer on her now-wet clothes. "Trade you beads for food." This time, the grin was a little bit friendlier--if still all teeth. |
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