| [Jul. 1st, 2008|06:32 am] |
Raidou rubbed the back of his head--it ached for some reason, he wasn't quite sure why--and found a nice wall to lean against. He had to kick a guy out of the way to do it, but unconscious people seldom complained.
"Hey," he returned, and tried to salute. He gave up when he realized the arm with his tattoo was busy being pressed against damp brick. "How's your... you?" He squinted, trying to see Tsume clearly in the gloom. "Y'look okay."
She didn't really. But she looked better than the people on the floor, and he was pretty sure most of the blood wasn't hers.
Raidou grinned crookedly and laughed. "We won! 'cept the-the-the damn Uchiha took all m'stuff. B'stards." |
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