| [Jun. 11th, 2009|11:45 pm] |
It kind of destroyed the point if she answered his challenge by standing and talking, but at least she'd answered. Asuma slowed fast, catching himself on the broad branch of a leafy oak, and sat down. When Tsume finished her piece and broke into movement again, he let his legs swing free and dug out a cigarette.
Tsume didn't actually stop, but at least that gave him a second to think. He was half a smoke down and well into the first stages of a decent nicotine flush when he caught up again, ash flicking away between his fingers.
Two unknown high-level enemy with a stolen weapon, a straight shot to the coast, and intentions that definitely weren't friendly. And all he had was a chuunin partner with a decent nose and zero sharp edges. Unless you counted her personality.
He could have said Screw this, I want to keep breathing. Let's go home.
Or How about we take the non-crazy option and send for back up?
Or Are you sure this isn't a suicide mission?
But there was no point wearing the black-and-bone if you were going to pussy out in your third week. Asuma blew a blue stream of smoke, grinned slow and sharp and lazy, and said, "This is going to be awesome." |
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