| [Apr. 29th, 2009|04:28 pm] |
He laughed uncertainly. "Not--not exactly." His muscles relaxed a little bit more. Carefully, he angled a glance up at Genma.
Genma still just looked tired.
Kaito leaned back a bit, fussing with his towel as it tried to slip. "I always knew it happened when I got anxious. Even when I was a little kid, though mostly after puberty. Normal bloodline limit stuff, you know." Genma was watching him with that polite interest that people got when they were too weary to invest much emotion. Kaito leaned back on one hand, gaze wandering absently. "He just sorta... encouraged me to be anxious, I guess. Taught me how to stress out bad enough to get it going, after I'd been in enough missions for it not to start itself." He shrugged. "Saved my ass a couple times. I know it doesn't sound good, but you use what weapons you have on hand, right?" He flicked at a cuticle while he waited for an answer, stomach fluttering. |
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