| [Nov. 3rd, 2009|06:16 pm] |
Asuma rolled his eyes towards the damp-looking medic. "Seriously, dude? I'm trying to appreciate the scenery here." One hand waved at the disappearing pack, where Hana trailed in the rear, casting quick, smiling glances back at her mother. Kiba was still making hawk noises. Asuma grinned. "Just makes you want to have kids, doesn't it?"
The medic shivered. "Gods, no."
Asuma quirked an eyebrow at him, glancing over the man's shoulder at Tsume. She bared her teeth in a curving grin. The medic reddened again. "Tact just ain't your strong point, is it?" Asuma told him.
"It's been a very long day. Can I please look at your back?"
Asuma twitched one stiffening shoulder. "If you must. I think I just popped some scabs, though. Maybe a few stitches."
Behind his sunburn-flush, the medic whitened. Asuma decided he was new. "Why didn't you say so?"
Asuma scratched one eyebrow with his thumbnail, and turned obligingly when the medic gestured. "You didn't ask?"
There was a deeply exasperated snort from behind his shoulderblade. Then a quick shower of cold water and a yelp -- Kuromaru had just shaken all over the medic, Asuma guessed. Tsume laughed.
"Do you mind?" the medic demanded. "I'm trying to prevent infection here!"
Pale green chakra rolled over Asuma's back, lessening the sting; Asuma leaned his forehead against the wall and smiled, slow. Thought vaguely of cigarettes, invitations, family. Which bit of medical equiptment he'd fling at Kuromaru if the dog started shaking again.
He glanced sideways at Tsume. "Your kids're cute. How'd you manage that?" |
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