| [Sep. 20th, 2009|06:33 pm] |
An automatic roll of Haruichi's bloodshot eyes met that, despite the way it made the room swirl in a blur of brightness. "I learned from the best," he replied, taking a sip of his tea. He was far too far gone to notice that it was additive-free, not that it mattered any longer. The sadness stirred up by the day's events, and all those of a life he'd been forced to stop living years ago, was still there; but it wasn't all that there was...
"And yes, it bloody was spiders. Big fuck-off huge things you'd been breeding for the express purpose of buggering yourself up." Haruichi gave Genma a look that might've been more stern if he'd been less drunk... and more able to focus on anything. "I'll give you this, it was one of your more... what's-the-words?... fantabulous? fantastic? Fantabuloustic entrances to the Infirmary."
...even soul-crushing misery had to give way to the space in himself required to keep the agents alive. And lectured. But mostly alive.
He'd never have let himself admit it if he was sober, but sometimes it looked like they paid him back for it. |
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