| [May. 23rd, 2009|11:09 pm] |
"For a bunch of guys who play shogi in their heads on their coffee-breaks, Intel sure are idiots." Ryouma reached sideways, tousling the unruly hair Tsume had just tried to tame. "C'mon, you won't sleep with me. What makes them think you'd sleep with some chubby, balding old guy?" He couldn't even imagine what they supposed she'd been blackmailing the man for. She had money, power, privilege. And she couldn't bluff worth a broken kunai. Tsume as a blackmailer was just ridiculous.
Intel taking the idea seriously wasn't.
"I'm guessing you--or they--already took care of the son of a bitch who lied about you. What about the guy who questioned you? Ibiki, right? Kuromaru said I need to rip his face off, and nothing really happened means somethin' sure as hell did." Her knuckles were white. "Did he hurt you?" |
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