| Guy Talk (Closed to Ryouma and Kotetsu) | [Feb. 6th, 2008|03:55 pm] |
Set in Mid-December. Before Acid Dogs of War.
The ceiling was worn and dirty, the plaster lined with hairline cracks so numerous that they looked like spiderwebs. Oh. Wait. Not cracks, they were spiderwebs. Heh.
Kotetsu let his fingertips dust carefully over them, barely disturbing the thin threads of spidersilk so coated with dirt and grime that they looked like dark cracks in the ceiling. The plaster itself, if you disregarded the cracks, was greasy, and it was difficult to clamber across it without leaving marks.
Man, his fingers were going to be all greasy. Apparently it occurred to no one to clean the ceiling for poor banned hungry ninja.
He grabbed hold of the middle rod of the lazily spinning ceiling fan, curling into its shadow. Coast's clear. The Angry Chef wasn't in - out for a smoke, or at the men's room washing his hands, or something - and that meant he had a good five minutes at least to dart in and down.
He tensed, ready to pounce, when someone slammed open the door.
"Ngah!" His hand slipped and he crashed straight to the ground.
Falling through the fan didn't help - for the record, fan-blade slaps really, really hurt. Ow. |
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