| [Mar. 15th, 2009|03:56 pm] |
Spectacles? Hiro marked that down as one more piece in the puzzle of increasingly dizzying proportions that was spread out before him. At some point he would have to sit down and figure it out, but... for now he let it pass.
"Thank you, Haruichi-sama," he responded deferentially. Even if the Hyuuga family hierarchy was no longer relevant to Haruichi--and Hiro would need to know more before he determined whether or not that was the case--Haruichi was still his superior within ANBU. That was surprisingly comforting to know.
Now seizing on the presented opportunity for escape, Hiro stood up straighter, brushing hair out of his eyes with an uncomfortably sweaty palm. His hand lingered for just an instant to press against the cool metal of his hitai-ate, in an attempt to soothe his still-pulsing headache. "I'll return later for my physical, then?" His eyes flicked to the blood still sluggishly streaming down Haruichi's arm, then back up to meet the older Hyuuga's eyes. "Unless you'd prefer now, of course?" he asked politely. |
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