| [Nov. 1st, 2008|12:30 am] |
She edged onto the chair, still clutching her coffee. Lethal ingredients. Great. "Yeah, paperwork can be a bloodworm." Her eyes twinkled, and she looked at him sidelong, remembering the last time she'd worked with him, and the paperwork involved then. "Your familiar gives two little love bites to teammates on a mission and suddenly they want forms filled out and assessments done..."
Genma had pulled rubber gloves out and was sliding them on over heavily scarred, slightly twisted hands. Then he offered her a pair.
She reeled back. "I'm not touching anything. You can do the touching. I'll just sniff." Maybe she was being paranoid but, ticks chew it, she remembered what happened when they'd given Touga the wrong painkillers that time. And that hadn't even been a poison. They'd cleaned up vomit for days. |
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