| [Apr. 29th, 2009|05:21 pm] |
"Yeah. I need a shower. Kind of surprised you could stand sitting next to me this long, actually." Genma clambered to his feet, using the wall for leverage, and sniffed at his pits. "Damn, seriously! You're either a masochist, you've got no sense of smell, or you're a really good friend, Kaito."
He should try to answer Kaito's question. He should at least make an attempt. But he had no idea what to tell him, and he was just too tired to figure it out right now. Maybe a shower and a nap would get his mind working again.
He kicked off his thongs and untied the waistband of his sweats, letting them fall to the floor around his ankles. Getting his feet disentangled proved to be a bit more of a challenge. Leaning over with slow, careful deliberateness, he tugged them free and balled them up with his dirty t-shirt.
Standing up again required another careful walk up the wall with his hands. He gave Kaito a tired smile, and ran a hand through his hair. "Guess I should dodge next time, huh?"
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