| [Jan. 23rd, 2009|01:43 am] |
Kuromaru gave the question some thought, feeling the pain recede. As the throbbing faded, he wriggled his nose around, pulling on tender skin. It flared again, but nowhere near as bad. "Yes," he said at last. It was faint now, even if he felt muffled. He lifted a hand and touched clawed fingertips gently to the wrap, pulling away when Genma looked like he might reach out and stop it.
"Do I look better with gauze?" he asked curiously, then turned to look at Tsume. "Maybe we could put gauze on me when I'm a canine, too."
In the kitchen, Tsume offered him a smile and finally twitched her gaze to see them. "It won't stay on your head, pup. Wrong shape."
Kuromaru sighed. "At least I have fur." He looked at Genma solemnly. "Fur helps. And it's probably why I do better than lots of guys." He considered, then added, "And Tsume likes my fur more than my skin. Maybe I should put my hitai-ate back on."
"Gauze is nice," Tsume interrupted. "I don't think you need anything else."
He looked up at her, smiling hopefully. "Oh, good. Because this is a lot of gauze, and what if my hitai-ate didn't fit?" He lifted a hand again, feeling the shape of the bandaging, then regarded Genma solemnly. "I must look better. Tsume looks happier."
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