| [Mar. 1st, 2008|07:02 am] |
Oh, so Genma, in his drugged up glory, was actually going to attempt talking back? To her and insult her hard work? Sumire told herself that it was a lucky thing she wasn't allowed to beat the sense in and the snot out of her comrades. Because Genma would be learning to make seals with his toes when she was finished. Sumire stared at him and then through him, pinning her eyes on his was a work of sheer will. It kept her from rising out of the chair and destroying her voice by screaming at him, like she wanted.
"Yes, I worked on the documents, Shiranui. However, I worked on nothing about enemies to expect, got it? Secondly," Sumire voice was layered in razors. "Take a look at your last few missions yourself before you talk back to me in that manner." Sumire knew she had a point. ANBU missions were dangerous, true, and she didn't doubt the validity of their good ol' Academy try. But facts were facts, and facts didn't lie. Coming back in bits was more or less indicative of walking into blades and kunai. "And for one god-damned minute think of what the Intel Psychs are thinking when they go back over your quarterly reviews, huh?" Better, yet, came her bittered thoughts. Take two minutes to pull your head out of your ass and look at yourself. |
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