| [Feb. 2nd, 2008|02:55 am] |
"Aspirations to become a jeweler now?" Raidou met the look with cheerful good-humour, as long as Haruichi wasn't actively attempting to murder you, he wasn't truly mad. "I never would've guessed."
Well, Haruichi was always mad, but there was a subtle distinction between pissed off and homicidal. A ballistic surgical implement was usually a good indicator of the latter.
Raidou eyed the man he'd put down thoughtfully for a moment -- besides the skull whack and the probably broken jaw (it'd made a damn ugly sound) he really wasn't that badly off. Raidou hadn't even hit him hard, mostly Minamato had simply... rebounded. Generally into hard objects.
It was, thought Raidou wryly, obviously the floor's fault.
"And I see your personality has stayed just as sweet, Hyuuga," said Raidou, still cheerfully, "Nice to see you're not dead. What the hell are you doing back down here?" Not that Raidou wasn't pleased to see him -- sort of -- but generally a second trip through ANBU was pretty good indication of a death wish or a hefty dose of insanity. Or both. |
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