| [Sep. 2nd, 2009|10:10 pm] |
"I'm thinking we might enjoy the dinosaur movie better if we stopped by the bar first," Genma said with a laugh. "But I don't know, I mean, kind of depends on what you're up for. Whatever I do, I'm doing it with you. Maybe we should seriously go to the hot springs. We could probably get the docs to say it's therapeutic." He took another big, happy breath. Dangerous topics and dark fears slid away into the corners, banished at Raidou's command. Arse to them all indeed.
Raidou was leaning on him, close and comfortable. It was funny how easy it felt. New. But easy. ANBU and Intel, CTI Protocols and midnight debriefings, shadowy guards and locked hospital wards -- it all seemed to drift away, like the wisps of smoke rising from the yakiniku place down the street and disappearing into the sunwashed blue sky.
"You know what I really want?" Genma asked lazily. He pulled his hand from Raidou's grasp, reached into the recesses of his sling (and tried not to grit his teeth at the jostling), and produced one slender, filter-tipped, slightly bent cigarette. "This." He grinned at Raidou like he'd just produced a bar of gold. "Want to share?" |
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