| [Jul. 11th, 2009|04:19 am] |
He held the water in his mouth for another moment, debating. But fresh was definitely better, even if it wasn't right here. He spat. "I want water," he croaked, and sagged back against the sink while Genma followed through on his word. Yanagi took the cup gratefully, holding it in both hands, fingers overlapping, to keep from spilling it.
His eyes closed after the third sip. "At least you were alive to do rehab. And look! You're better than new. Maybe I did you a favor." The man definitely hadn't been wearing ANBU gear when they'd met the first time.
There was a beat of silence, and Yanagi could imagine the dagger stare aimed his way. He smirked. When a kunai began to slice through his pants, he opened his eyes again, slits watching the blade hear his exposed flesh. "An' the henge matters. If someone gets into the bathroom I'm toast, anyway, but if someone spots you in the other room, through the window... They're paying attention right now. Everyone's tense." He set the cup down on his other side, pondered laying back down, and decided it was safer to stay put while Genma was wielding a knife. |
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