| [Jan. 21st, 2009|03:52 pm] |
He was still using the '-san' suffix. Whether he was just overly polite or knew that much about Inuzuka--which Tsume doubted--was debatable, but it made Kuromaru happy. And anything that made Kuromaru happy made Tsume happy, so...
Strange little Hyuuga, with the tattooed green across his forehead plain as day. He smelled wary. As she stepped away from the wall, crossing the floor to where he'd gestured, she wondered if that was because he didn't know what he was doing, or if there was another reason.
"You weren't trying to put them back together last time," Tsume muttered under her breath, taking up an uneasy stance. As for whether or not she needed anything... Pain had been such an overriding factor before, and then drugs, that she couldn't remember what it had been like. Just the fear that he was going to rip apart their chakra centers and leave them helpless and catatonic.
Now, given his scent, she wondered if there was something she should be worried about. She couldn't very well ask if this was going to hurt with Kuromaru standing there, though. Or maybe she could. He was a big boy.
"Is there anything we should know? They put us under for all the other chakra... things." Surgeries, she supposed. That seemed a little creepy.
Kuromaru spoke with great exasperation. "This isn't going to make me weak again, is it?" |
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