| [Jan. 23rd, 2009|01:37 am] |
Kuromaru looked up, consternation written all over his face. "I don't need a cone thing." He clambered to his feet, gave them both a highly suspicious look, and carefully scooped up the cards before settling himself on the bed, messy deck cradled in his arms.
"You want a drink, Genma? I can offer..." Tsume considered opening her fridge, knew she'd only find a half-eaten burger from the cafeteria earlier, and didn't. "Water."
"Or chicken. But that's mine." He shifted his arms to catch a sliding card, nimble fingers grabbing it before it fell. Carefully, he tucked it in with the others. "I don't really need healing, you know. Waki said it'll get better. And the Hyuuga is putting our chakra together, again. It just has stitches, right now. Or we'd be healing much faster." He gave Genma a narrow look. "So don't get any funny ideas."
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