| [May. 1st, 2009|02:10 pm] |
"Thirty meters," Natsumi said, laughing. "He hit the ant, not its antennae. And he was cheating, anyway." He'd bragged for days...
She sank to her knees, collected a medley of forms scattered across the table and slipping onto the floor, and tapped them together into a neat stack before setting them down with a stray pen on top. When she glanced up again, Genma had straightened and was rubbing his side gently. A distant, distracted look pinched his brows together. Tagged with a poisoned blade, he'd said.
Natsumi sprang to her feet. "I can make tea," she said. "I'm sorry, I should have brought something--I thought of cookies just a little too late to be useful. Although my mother would be horrified to hear I'd offered you anything but properly seasonal wagashi." She took hold of herself, took a deep breath, and said a little more slowly, "How can I be useful, senpai?" |
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