| [Apr. 29th, 2009|04:33 pm] |
"Everybody sucks at Rule Twenty-Five at least some of the time," Genma said. "Even me." He took in the hunched shoulders, the nail chewing, however abortive, and the thready quality of Kaito's voice: seriously unhappy kid... Guy. Not a kid, that was clear with him clad only in that towel. He'd been a kid, though, when that sensei screwed him up.
At least he hadn't left his student to die.
"Is that how it is for everyone in your clan? I mean, do they all do like you? I guess that makes sense, if that's how your limit works, but man... Must make taking missions with other people a major hassle if you have to explain it all, and make sure they don't get their wires crossed."
He picked at the scab on his shoulder, wincing when his probing disturbed the deep bruises around it. Wasn't that thing they did at the hospital before they cut him loose supposed to take care of clearing out the bruises? And there couldn't be any more anticoagulant in his system, could there? He checked his fingertips, relieved to find no fresh blood smeared there.
Kaito was looking at him.
"What'd you tell the chick you took your mission with just now?
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