| [Oct. 31st, 2008|02:09 am] |
Maybe it was another aspect of being an Inuzuka, or maybe it was just Tsume's personality, but every emotion seemed to show right up on her face. She certainly didn't look like she wanted to help, even if she was saying she would. In fact she looked like the very idea made her ill.
"Look, it doesn't have to be you in the lab or anything. I could, you know, work on a sample, and bring it to you and ask you if you could smell it, or something," Genma offered. He tried to gather from her body language what the underlying problem was. Probably still that damn mission, given the way she crossed her arms like she needed to protect herself from him. What the hell had that bastard planted in her mind, anyway, that had made her so afraid of him and Raidou?
And he did need her help. Or could use it, anyway. "How about coffee? Does coffee block smell enough? We could get some coffee and I could let you see which component of the things I'm working with is smelliest?" He kept his own posture as neutrally unthreatening as possible, which given how much taller he was, wasn't easy. |
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