| [Jan. 21st, 2009|04:27 pm] |
Tsume glanced at the little Hyuuga, wondering what had made his scent whirl into pale blueberries, not quite ripe. She thought about asking, but... she didn't know him. He was Hyuuga, and even if she was feeling rather friendly toward him at the moment... there were years of animosity there.
Still, she couldn't just leave him, smelling like that. He'd saved their lives, and even if their lives had been miserable for a while, he'd fixed everything.
Or almost. With promises that it would all be fixed... in three weeks.
Tsume felt pressure along the pathways, and glanced down to see Kuromaru walking with one shoulder pushed out, single eye squinting, as though that would help him move his chakra. His forepaw lifted, paddling the air for a long moment.
She stuck her own foot out, bumping his hip. He stumbled and turned to give her an injured look.
Tsume ignored him, heading down the hall. They were coming to a junction, and she didn't know which way the Hyuuga was going. If she wanted to say something, it was now or never.
"Haruichi--" She paused, one hand just shy of brushing the elbow of his labcoat. Hyuuga were stuffy--they liked '-san' or '-sensei', didn't they? She wrestled with it for a moment, then finally left it at his name. The Inuzuka were informal; if you liked someone, you didn't bother with suffixes. Hopefully he'd get it.
She pulled her hand away, scratching rapidly at one ear with hooked nails. "Thanks." |
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