| [Mar. 13th, 2009|08:42 pm] |
I am being quiet, Genma thought. You're the one talking. He tried to get that into words, and managed a short set of syllables approximating, "Mmmmnt." For a moment his eyes fell closed again, but he managed to overcome the drag of sleep sucking at him like a swamp bottom, and blinked awake once more.
"What're you doing here?"
There, that was a much more cohesive sentence. It even made sense, and possibly conveyed the idea that Hayate ought to be in bed. Genma licked dry, chapped lips with a parched tongue, worked his mouth a moment, and looked around for water. There! A pitcher on a bedside table! Excellent.
Now it was just a matter of reaching it.
In a minute. When it didn't seem like quite so much effort.
He looked back at Hayate, waiting for his answer.
"You look like crap."
Now that had to convey the message, right? |
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