| [Dec. 30th, 2008|10:07 pm] |
Her gaze sharpened. "And they make you cough? Like that? Fuzzy testes, pup, why are you a hunter? Seems Intel would be more the place for you. Unless you have some anti-cough jutsu to help. Anything to keep you from alerting whoever you're after--unless you're supposed to be the distraction..." She paused, realized that last bit probably wasn't entirely tactful, and offered a toothy grin. "In which case, good job." Still not tactful, but maybe he'd take it in the semi-friendly way it was meant.
If he didn't have a jutsu or medication, she was going from here straight to the office to request never to be sent anywhere with him. That cough was a beacon.
Beside her, Kuromaru hovered over the box of food, pursing his lips as much as canine biology would allow and blowing with careful concentration. The sides of his mouth flapped, just a little. |
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