| [Dec. 18th, 2013|11:18 pm] |
“Guards your vitals?” Genma rubbed a hand over his new belly scar.
“You still have most of your intestines, sir,” Ryouma murmured.
Genma turned his head slowly to look Ryouma in the eye. “You’re not actually helping, Tousaki.”
Ryouma ducked his chin down obediently, not quite hiding his smirk.
“The fact I would have been cut in half without my armor notwithstanding,” Genma said. “I know that vest can take a direct hit from a steel blade. Why did mine fail?”
“You weren't hit with steel,” Morita said. “Your report said you'd brought some of the carcass home? I'll need to look at it, but my guess would be that demons are on their own level.” He scrubbed his hands together, looking pleased. “Which is good. Gives me something to work with.”
“Glad to oblige,” Genma said. He picked up his t-shirt and pulled it back on. “In the mean time, think you can see your way to setting Tousaki and me up with some replacements?”
“For you, Shiranui, give me a day,” Morita said. “For the rookie — there are some rice sacks in the corner. He can help himself.”
“Wow, what did I miss?” Genma asked.
“I apologized,” Ryouma said.
“They’re high-quality rice sacks,” offered Morita. “Lovely designs.”
Genma snorted. “Come on, rookie. Let’s let Morita-san work. He’s got to paint you a new mask and everything.”
“Thanks for your service, Morita-san,” Ryouma said quickly.
Whatever snarky thing had been on its way out of Morita’s mouth died there. He lifted his chin instead, surveying them both, and nodded a dismissal. “Agents.”
Ryouma went out the door first, Genma second. He just caught the quiet, “Good healing to you both,” Morita offered.
“Thanks,” Genma said, turning back briefly. “If Namiashi-taichou hasn’t been in to see you yet, he will be. Sorry to keep you so busy.” He’d have to remember to bring some pastries for Morita when he picked up his new armor tomorrow.
Morita flapped a dismissive hand. “Namiashi always keeps me busy. Go take care of your rookie.”
Genma saluted, slung his hoodie back on, and went to find Ryouma in the hall. “That went well,” he said. “What are you up to now? Want to grab a bite? I ought to at least buy you a meal for saving the day, after all.”
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