| [Aug. 16th, 2010|01:08 am] |
"Yeah," Ginta said, brightening as he reached for his crutches. "But bring the yatsuhashi. We can eat some more out by the koi pond. I can show you my koi." That suggestion brought a lighter look to Hiro's face, too.
"Some of them are my grandfather's, of course. Did you know koi can live to two hundred? They can, but they usually live more like twenty-five or so years. But yeah, there's one — I'll show you — that Grandfather said he got when he was a kid. So that makes it at least seventy."
Now began the careful calisthenics involved in getting from floor to feet with a right leg that was rigidly encased in plaster from thigh to toes. It involved a lot of hip swinging, hands on the planted crutches, and chakra sticking the working foot to the floor. The whole maneuver put a strain on the newly healed muscle in that left thigh that put an unmistakable grimace on Ginta's face.
And then Hiro was right in front of him, one hand on Ginta's left forearm, the other reaching out to offer assistance. Ginta pursed his lips, blew out a disgruntled sigh, dropped the right crutch, and took Hiro's hand. "Thanks," he said, when Hiro had gotten him up, carefully balanced on one crutch. "That part's still tricky." |
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