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[Oct. 17th, 2008|10:54 pm]

fallen_raidou
Raidou snorted, watching his friend scramble about. Usually it was him playing the fool to cheer someone else up, but apparently he'd earned the privilege of being on the receiving end for once. In an odd way, it was sort of nice. There was no tension, just two guys sticking together because someone had decided to crack one of them with the metaphorical version of a shovel.

"I'm not letting you corrupt the poor kid just because you're feeling mother-hennish about me," he said, smiling crookedly. "Unlucky bastard's got enough to deal with just living near you. 'sides, they're all set to keep him going with the seduction thing anyway, I think. He'll be plenty corrupt enough."

Genma winged the box of tissues at his head. Raidou caught it and laughed, juggling it badly for a second with his half-eaten tangerine before he threw it back. Just two guys being friends, backing each other up. He relaxed and finished his orange.

And if his eyes drifted very occasionally to the fine strands of light brown hair shadowing Genma's neck, or watched the lazy quirk of sandstone-coloured lips as Genma chattered and laughed and came up with outrageous plans that would likely scare the rookie out of a season's growth, that was just one ninja reading another. Studying body-language in an absent way in case he missed something he should be paying attention to.

When Genma put on a movie and carefully suggested they get off the floor, Raidou forgot he was supposed to argue. He didn't remember until he was on the bed, his back leaned carefully against the wall, and Genma had thrown around several pillows until he could sprawl comfortably and drape his feet casually over Raidou's legs.

He thought about saying something. Even tensed for a moment until Genma lifted an eyebrow at him. But in the end he wrapped his fingers around his cup of tea, watched black-and-white Samurai hack each apart on the tiny screen to a soundtrack of noble music, and decided there was nothing to worry about. Nothing had really changed.

It was good to be home.
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