| [Nov. 20th, 2011|11:46 pm] |
“Had myself worried some too,” Ryouma admitted. His hand drifted almost without thought, skimming down her shoulder-blade, returning. “I’d’ve been back earlier, but you know how it goes. Get your face in the Bingo Book at last, and every bounty-hunter with a decent genjutsu to his name is tryin’ to knock you out and sell you off. I got back three days ago.”
“Holy shit,” Katsuko muttered. Her embrace tightened even more, as if she could hold him together with merely the strength of her arms, keep him from cracking along the stress-lines off six months’ imprisonment. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah,” Ryouma said, and then answered honestly: “No. Maybe.” He’d woke that morning alone in a sunny room, and lay without moving for nearly two hours before an annoyed messenger came to remind him that he was late for his appointment with the physical therapist. It was hard to remember, sometimes, that the empty-eyed idiot had been an act.
“What about you?” He looked down at her, belatedly catching the dark circles under her reddened eyes, the newly chiseled thinness to her features. It wasn’t just her chakra that was so hot, he realized. Her skin was warm enough he half-expected to see sweat. “Are you running a fever?” |
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