| [Dec. 31st, 2008|12:26 am] |
She was cheerful, chattery, until Kuromaru slunk down to lie on the ground. Hayate watched her mood change swiftly, lurch from cheer to concern, reading it in her body posture as her face was turned away. Hayate frowned a little at the dog's whine that reached his ears. Tsume tried obviously to recover, turning back to him with a smile.
Hayate smiled back, politely, but he noticed again the bandages on her face, the freshness of the healing wounds across the dog's head. He almost asked...but he knew better than that. Sometimes, the stories behind the scars were best forgotten. What was done was done, after all. No use digging up the past.
So instead he picked up the thread of conversation where it had been dropped, carefully, keeping up a little polite smile.
"I could try to teach you, I suppose. I don't know if I'd make a good teacher."
Nor if she had the precise chakra control the Konoha style required....but there was no harm in trying. |
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