| [Jan. 4th, 2010|04:52 am] |
If this was a movie, Raidou thought, now would be the moment when he bent down, hooked his free hand under Genma's knees, and carried him home. And a part of him was tempted. But the bigger part, the more-grounded-in-reality part, knew that a) that would hurt like a bitch, b) Genma would kill him, and c) Genma might have been tired, but he wasn't exactly a damsel in need of rescuing.
Still, it was an image to hang onto.
"Sounds good to me," he said simply, and gave Genma a c'mon nudge with his shoulder. "Especially the food part." And the bed part. Had that been an invitation? Or just a genuine desire to sleep?
Did Raidou want it to be an invitation?
No. Yes. Maybe. It didn't matter; both of them were too banged up to even think about doing something fun -- unless Genma had some clever eros trick to get around a busted hand and a torso's worth of burns. Which, actually, knowing Genma, he might.
Raidou snorted softly. He let his arm slide from Genma's shoulder, reached down to hook up the rucksack that had fallen by their feet mid-hug, and slung it back over his unbandaged shoulder. Then set a palm in the small of Genma's back and gave him a push, just hard enough to get him walking again.
"Question," he said, as the schoolyard fell behind them. "This instant ramen you promised. D'you intend to cook it? Because we just got out of hospital..." |
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