| [Jan. 25th, 2009|08:56 pm] |
No sound could be sweeter than those ancient tumblers finally ratcheting into place. Asuma watched the seals flicker and fade, glimmering down to nothing, and grinned around the cherry-red end of his cigarette. Freedom!
He swung back, scooped up his rucksack, shrugged it onto one shoulder, and got the hell out of dodge before Tsume slammed the door on him. She lifted a slender eyebrow.
"So what do you want, miss not-so-young?" He tossed his scroll gently into the air, letting it spin once before he caught it. "Or are you just returning a rescue favour?"
Didn't count, really. It wasn't like he'd set that Inuzuka male on her. |
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