"You got stabbed. And stitched. And lucky it didn't take out your renal artery," Genma countered. "You need new armor or something? Your back plate too short?" He took his hands away though, satisfied that Raidou was, as he said, not seriously hurt. Oh, he'd be feeling it. But then Genma was still feeling that wall that had fallen on him a week ago, and he was fine.

Pretty much. He coughed again, and tensed up when he did. Maybe a hot drink would help.

He shifted back into his kitchen, moving just as stiffly as his friend. "You want tea? And don't come bitching to me about how bad your back hurts after you sit on that horrible stool for an hour. My back hurts when I sit on it too long, even when I haven't been recently filleted with a kunai."

Tea pot and two cups came out onto the counter, and a gold and green canister of the fairly decent stuff. So who..." Opening the tea container set Genma coughing again, when a puff of green powder hit his airways. "Who'd you piss off, anyway? And what happened on this seduction thing?"