| [Sep. 27th, 2008|10:57 pm] |
"So there is a bright spot to this invalid thing? Personal coffee service. I'll have to let the Crutch Corps know we should keep you around. Might even be able to get a cute little maid outfit for you." That got a scornful snort and a half-amused shake of the head. She didn't look up, though.
Well...maybe spilled coffee was just that exciting. Or maybe there was more than curiosity behind this late-night visit, more than generalized anxiety in the hands that had fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. Maybe she'd taken the bandages off and seen what lay beneath. Maybe she'd come to tell him--
And he had nightmares enough to deal with without creating more. "C'mon, rat," he said, swinging a crutch at the wriggling little beast and then hastily planting it on the floor again before he pitched over. "Knock it off, or I'll throw you in the toilet for a bath. I bet if I flushed, you'd go right down..."
The dog's enormous ears flattened. It retreated haughtily to its mess of tee-shirts, rearranged them to its satisfaction, and curled up to watch the TV with its back to the rest of the room. Ryouma choked on an entirely unsympathetic snigger. |
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