| [Jan. 25th, 2009|08:50 pm] |
Tsume glanced down at his hand, blunt fingers large against her thin bones, then back up at him. "I think I'd rather spread rumors about finding you locked in a cell. No, wait, I'll have to ask Kuromaru how you got in the cell, since you don't seem to have a scratch on you." She grinned. "Get startled by the furball? Most people here think he's pretty warm and fuzzy." She straightened, letting Asuma's hand slide away. Most people thought Kuromaru was warm and fuzzy as long as he wasn't annoyed, but Asuma didn't need to know that.
She glanced around, wondering where they kept the keys. Somewhere locked, most likely. She eyed the cell door, then decided finding keys would be easier than frying her already damaged chakra system on a sealed lock.
"What were you doing down here?" She glanced around as she walked away, peering at the single working light. "It's creepy as a berry-stoned owl. And it's one a.m." In case he hadn't noticed. |
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