| [Nov. 1st, 2008|12:56 am] |
"If that was love, I'm pretty sure I'd have lost my leg to hate." Genma gave Tsume a wry grin and patted his thigh. "It's all healed up now, but it took a whole week to get back to my usual weight on leg presses."
He could feel her eyes on his hands. Speaking of assessments. Undoubtedly Kuromaru had told Tsume all about the incident in the dugout, while they'd waited for her. It wasn't necessarily because of anything she or her familiar had reported, since his own mission report and Raidou's had both described what had happened, but he'd had two interviews, one with Intel and one with a medic who tried to pretend he wasn't from psych, that had probed heavily at that little weakness.
Big weakness.
"I, uh, hope the hoops they made you jump through weren't too harsh. I know the psych interview about the genjutsu effects had to suck. At least mine sucked. I mean, psych interviews always suck, but that one sucked extra hard." He unstoppered the bottle, inserted a glass rod and lifted it out, holding it over a piece of blotting paper and offering it to Tsume. "Don't get too close, and don't touch it. It will only hurt you if you ingest it, but I don't want to risk it. Actually put on the gloves, okay?"
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