| [Oct. 15th, 2008|05:37 pm] |
"Trying to say I look like crap?" Raidou tilted his glass, letting the last dregs of the juice swirl around the bottom before he knocked it back like a shot. The apple made it taste a little too much like one of Anna's creations for his personal comfort, but he wanted that hangover cure now. His stomach complained at the sudden invasion; he swore silently at it until it calmed again.
Headache? Check. Stomachache? Still check. Face? Definitely bruised. But all of it... starting to fade a little. With any luck, he'd actually survive the day.
"How about you?" he asked, setting his empty glass on one knee. He tilted his head slightly, getting a better look at Genma's face. Pale and drawn, definitely, but no worse than any of their other mornings after. The bruise at his temple was dark and angry looking. "Looks like that table really caught you. Can't you--" his hand waved, "--mother-medic it?" |
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