| [Jun. 9th, 2008|10:21 pm] |
Hayate popped the candy into his mouth and shoved the wrapper into a front pocket. The honey-candy was sweet and he tucked it into his cheek before he spoke.
The man--Haruichi, he had said his name was--was of a height with Hayate. He looked rather determined. Part of that was the neatness of his clothes, Hayate thought, and the thrust of his hands in his pockets. "Oh, a medic," Hayate thought, with a resigned mental sigh. Well, medical-type people weren't quite as annoying as regular concerned people. At least the medics had a reason to ask.
"I'm fine," he repeated, which was the complete truth. "It's just allergies. I, um, signed up a few days ago. I'm Hayate, Gekkou Hayate." His voice was only a little scratchy now, but that was normal.
Most people generally smiled back when Hayate smiled at them. Haruichi did not. Undeterred, Hayate kept the little polite smile fixed on his face. Hayate doubted that he was going to get away with a brief explanation like that--not with a medic--but there was always hope.
Hayate liked to think he was an optimist. |
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