| [Jan. 23rd, 2009|06:36 pm] |
What was it about giant men that they didn't believe you were older than your height? "These clothes are perfect for my figure." She grinned. "Straight, mostly."
"But pork is tasty," Kuromaru was muttering sadly. "Maybe fish? You have to cook fish, but it's still pretty good... I knew a guy allergic to corn once, but he got over it..."
Tsume glanced at Kuromaru, then back at Asuma. He couldn't really be allergic to beef and chicken both. She peered at him, mirroring his position to lean on the table and get that much closer.
All she could smell was the ever-present cigarette smoke, even this close to him. If she really stretched--which she only did briefly--she could get within six inches. And still smelled nothing. Wrinkling her nose, she sat back again. |
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