| [Jun. 28th, 2009|01:03 am] |
Genma was too tired and too drugged to really flinch. The heart monitor chirped out an extra beat and resettled. His eyes flicked to her hand and away. By the time he'd realized he'd reacted at all, she was already holding her charts in her arms, heading for the door.
Glancing back to smile hopefully at him.
"Is it... is it nice weather yet?" Genma asked. "What... what day is it?" They'd told him. March. It was March something. It had been shitty weather on that mission, typical February gloom and sleet. How could it be March already?
"You could bring me tako yaki. Or steamed buns. I like steamed buns. With pork and ginger, not the barbecue ones. If the vendors are out in the park yet. You know, next time. If it's nice."
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