| [Oct. 31st, 2008|01:32 am] |
She glared at him from over the edge of her hand. "Yes, Shiranui, seeing you makes me puke. And I'm not that weak." Except she was, and the fact that he could tell, when he barely knew her, was alarming.
This wasn't a subject she wanted to be talking about. She pulled her hand away to point at him, and promptly clapped it back over her nose. It didn't really help, but it made her feel better. "I'm fine. You, on the other hand, smell like you've been rolling in poisons. You'd better not be working with contact anything." Poisons made her uncomfortable in the first place, and she'd run right into him--
Wait. Was her skin tingling? It was. "Crotchticks," she muttered, scratching at one arm. "It's not contact poisons, is it?" The look she gave his chest, where she'd hit him, was dubious at best. |
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