| [Jul. 1st, 2008|07:27 am] |
Raidou eyed the cell's layout and considered. The cots were bolted to the floor--a preventative against them being hefted and used as weapons--so he couldn't just drag another one over. But he didn't want to leave her alone and exposed, either. Especially not with several men around who'd surely be nursing a grudge when they woke up.
And she looked a little tense.
Raidou tried to think around a brain filled with the fluff of exhaustion and the pleasant blur of alcohol, and gave up. "Well," he said, standing up to grab the shoulders of Tsume's human-cushion, "you're pretty small, so how about you take the cot, and I'll sit? That way I don't have to lie on the floor and get puked on in the morning."
If he was lucky, she wouldn't be thinking straight enough to point out he could sleep on a different cot. |
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