| [Mar. 13th, 2009|12:00 am] |
"That's why you date, right? So you can find the right guy? Or maybe it's one of those things where you, you know, have the right person at the right time, until he becomes the wrong person because time has moved on. Like that Zen thing about the teacher coming when the pupil is ready?"
They passed a fish stall with a plastic tub of live turtles for sale, and Ginta stopped to admire them. "Hi, turtles. Too bad you're gonna be soup soon." The stall's keeper gave him a look that could have curdled milk, which Ginta completely ignored. He hurried to catch up to Asuma again, who had stopped a few steps beyond and was obviously waiting for him.
"You're right about Grandfather," he said, falling in step with his taller companion. "Never liked a single soul, except your dad, and Danzou-san, and I think Homura-san. Oh, and Grandmother. He adored her. I think that's why he really had a problem with me being gay. Well that and the usual macho squeamishness straight guys have about other guys' equipment, and where it goes when two fags are screwing." |
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