| [Sep. 2nd, 2009|10:25 pm] |
Genma didn't stop giggling until it started to hurt. He eyed Raidou, tried to compose a serious face, and cracked himself up again. But that did hurt, sharp and pulling in his chakra-knitted ribs, and he gasped in one last laughing breath and quieted. "Dude, I don't think I've farted without you knowing about it since we got here."
Not since they got there, because there had been days where he'd lain comatose in ICU and Raidou had been in the burn unit. "OK," he amended, "not since we got here, but since they took their heads out of their asses and put us in the same room. And really, if you want to know about the ones you missed, I'm sure someone kept a record of my farts while I was knocked out."
Raidou's expressive face said that railing offer still stood. Genma's grin dropped into something more serious.
"There's nothing, Rai. Nothing you don't know about. And no way am I gonna let anyone fuck you over while you sleep. It's kind of hard to keep watch when they keep drugging us to the north damn pole, but I've got your back. The guy last night was there because I was coughing, and they wanted me to inhale some misty shit to heal my lungs up a little. I'm glad you slept through it." |
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