| [Jan. 12th, 2011|08:05 pm] |
"Date?" Asuma said, bewildered, having managed to pick one word of sense out of Kuromaru's torrent. "What dat--dude, don't bring it back!" He scrambled up, heavy boots hitting the floor, and grabbed the former-squirrel around its former-middle. Old blood squished beneath his fingers, matted into soggy fur. He pulled a face and headed for the window, yanking it open to fling the tiny corpse outside.
Kuromaru made a dismayed half-howl noise. Asuma wheeled on him.
"Why are you bringing me rodents?" He looked at his red-stained palm, pulled a worse face, and scrubbed it against the leg of his jeans. "And why would Tsume... why Tsume in general?" |
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