| [Aug. 15th, 2008|12:17 am] |
No one was listening. Possibly because she wasn't talking very loudly. Tsume took a deep, deep breath, trying to summon the chakra needed to speak. "Didn' wan' you to panic. Couldn' do nothin', you said. An' y' so hurt anyway..."
Her voice drifted off, lingering between her lips for a moment before it was gone. Then her brain wound back up, and she started talking. "An' he couldn' think. We burned it, an' he couldn' think. I had to think, an' if you smelled like worry then I would worry an'... but if you jus' smelled like you..." It made things easier. If she could pretend it wasn't there, despite the pain in her face, it was better. She could focus on other things.
She drifted for a moment, hand curling against the strong muscles underneath her. "'Sides, you burned it out, an' I put it back. Slid right down the pathways, right into his eye... shouldn't have done the jutsu. 'S a rookie mistake." She shook her head, pressing into warm skin, burrowing under the blanket as if it could hide her from the world. "Stupid genin mistake," she murmured again. |
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