| [Jan. 23rd, 2009|01:44 pm] |
Unable to decide between annoyance at him announcing her clan would pay for the damages--even if they would--and amusement at how he handled the cafe owner, she tucked the glass beads into a pocket and watched the two males.
Kuromaru's ruff rose again briefly, his head lifting and chest puffing out. "I'm Kuromaru. And this is Tsume."
One of her eyebrows rose. Apparently all the males felt like they were in charge, today. She cleared her throat pointedly, eyeing Kuromaru when he blinked up at her. His innocent face didn't work so well with one raw eyesocket. Medical tape didn't stick to fur, and when the gauze had come off that morning she hadn't had the heart to insist they re-bandage--no matter what Genma had said. "We should head off. Baton'll wake up at some point, and I'd rather not bleed on him more." She glanced at the man, who wasn't much below her eyelevel, even crouched, and quirked a smile. "Besides, we hang around here and that woman'll call the Uchiha."
Kuromaru huffed. "I could take 'em."
"I know," she soothed. "But I'd rather get lunch. And dry clothes. And maybe bandages." Haruichi was going to kill her. Patched up one day and battered the next--this probably didn't count as being careful. Tsume grimaced. "If we head to the other side of the district, we'll pass a pharmacy on the way to--"
The large man--Asuma--rustled around in his russack, pulling out a small medkit.
Tsume barked a quick laugh. "Great. So now we just need food." She took it, striding past him as she did so, planting one hand on the patio railing and vaulting over in a smooth motion.
Kuromaru circled back to get a running start, moving not nearly as gracefully as he should have but still clearing it. Tsume watched Asuma. Granted, the rail was barely hip-high, but his body moved fluidly as he leapt the metal, speaking of enough training that this was effortless.
Most likely a ninja. From memories hazy with challenge, she recalled the feeling of coiled chakra--and no more than was needed. Which meant more than, say, genin, and likely upper chuunin.
And he looked like a bum. Refugee, maybe? She started walking before either male could get ahead, deciding on a place and heading for it. "Thanks," she said, waving the unopened medkit. "Where're you from?" |
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