| [Jun. 12th, 2009|02:52 pm] |
"Us vets recover from death real quick," Tsume said wryly, keeping her hand from touching her throat again at the mention. She preferred not to think about that. "So when you can recover from death so quick, I'll stop calling you pup." Her smile was all teeth, though not quite unfriendly.
"Now, if you're done showcasing your--admittedly remarkable--bruises, you wanna see if you can reach that?" She gestured up, toward the grate high above. "I'm thinking a lot of chakra might help. Unless you see another way out of here." She was getting colder by the minute. Getting out was much preferable to snuggling up. She supposed she could always start jogging to stay warm, but it was a waste of precious resources--especially since she didn't know when, or if, they were going to be fed.
While Asuma looked up, she looked at him. He was mostly a mass of purple and black, with some vibrantly red lines across his back and legs. One of those lines was oozing a clear fluid, and she made a mental note to check it for infection later. Sometimes, it just meant it was serous fluid. Other times, it was step one toward fever and yet more difficulties on a mission.
There was a black smudge between his shoulder blades -- it took her a moment to realize it wasn't some horrific blackening of the skin, but an old, and badly done, tattoo. Words, but from this angle she couldn't see what.
There was blood scent as well--not hers--but she didn't get a chance to see where before she realized he was looking at her. She looked back guilelessly. "Born tan, were we?" |
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