| [Jan. 23rd, 2009|02:13 pm] |
Having great sex?
And then Kuromaru was looking up at her, single eye bright. "I could have an eyepatch, couldn't I?"
"Uh." She stared at him, at the raw, wrecked skin across his head, then up at Asuma as if--since he'd suggested it--he'd have an answer.
Asuma shrugged. "Sure. Probably."
She looked back down at Kuromaru. "Sure. We'd have to get one specially made. I doubt a generic one would work." Especially without an ear to hook a strap on. Or maybe the lack of ear would help. She had no idea.
"We could talk to the quartermaster, right?"
She peered at her canine as he crawled up onto the booth seat beside her. "Yeah. We could do that." Carefully, Tsume rolled her sleeves up and set the med kit on the table, checking the scratches on her arms. The one on her shoulder needed bandaging, too, but it'd require stripping; at least her shirt, if not her sports bra. It could wait.
"And we should put a new bandage on me," Kuromaru added, nosing at the kit.
"Okay." She wasn't bleeding (much). They could do that first. The fact that he'd asked...
Kuromaru sat still while she pulled out antibiotic ointment and square bandages, taping them to his fur. Carefully, she covered up the angry flesh twisting over one eye and ear, then dug through his thick coat to find where Baton's familiar had bitten. She was pretty sure she was missing a few punctures, but Kuromaru was too busy talking about eyepatches to tell her what hurt.
When their server arrived to ask them what they wanted, he didn't look impressed at the canine sitting at the table. Tsume really didn't care.
"I will have the special," Kuromaru announced before anyone else could. "Extra rare. In fact, just raw."
Tsume grinned at the look on their server's face. "Me, too. Cooked."
"And an eyepatch."
"We'll get that when we get home."
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