| [Nov. 20th, 2011|11:58 pm] |
“Oh, hell,” Ryouma said involuntarily. “I’m sorry. He was pissed at me, he had a right to be, but--he didn’t actually pull a chidori, did he?”
Katsuko held up both hands, opening and closing them as if she were about to sprout claws. “He was doing that hand thing he does before he managed to calm down.”
Ryouma couldn’t actually see Kakashi making claw-hands--maybe she meant his trick of clenching his fists til the knuckles bled white, as if he were restraining himself on the edge of violence. He could imagine that readily enough. Imagine Kakashi, furious, anxious, betrayed; and Katsuko, with one night’s pleasant memories turning abruptly to ash...
He rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m apologizing six months too late to both of you. Again. For what it’s worth, Kakashi really was just pissed at me, and we’ve mostly gotten over that. Still. I probably owe you ten minutes as a punching bag, don’t I? Will that be enough?” |
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