| [Oct. 5th, 2010|08:17 pm] |
"It's cute that you think I've only incensed our fearless supervisor once," Haruichi replied snippily, arching an eyebrow and ignoring the twinge in his neck it cost him. "When I was recalled he was ready to throw me out the window, never mind fling furniture at me. I hadn't even been tattooed, then."
It struck him, in a corner of this mind, that that cold night and everything that had changed (and stayed the same) because of it was only months ago. Not even a year.
Beneath the navy turtleneck he wore, Haruichi felt his dogtags shift a little bit. Remembered the ring kept on a chain around Hoshi's neck, at home. It was amazing what could change so much in so short a time.
He pushed those thoughts back, focussed instead on what had changed for Genma in an even shorter time. "And I'm not going around tattling on my teammates," Haruichi informed Genma, equal parts relieved and annoyed by the interest sparked in those brown eyes, partially edging out the reflected ache from his broken hand. "Even if they are exemplar idiots who mouth off about things they know nothing about and don't care to be told as much."
There was a fringe of brittle anger in that last part, a remnant of what he had been boldy inflicting on his two jackass teammates once they'd been out of danger. Haruichi tried to stifle it, but it was hard to entirely eliminate without physically grinding his teeth. And he'd done enough of that out in the field, trying to hold his tongue.
"Anyway, Arakaki mentioned the four of you so that I'd stop and excuse myself before I broke one of them beyond what I could be bothered fixing," Haruichi told Genma, still not having clocked that the inverse of that might be the real reason behind Arakaki's use of more words than kicks as he broke up the fight. "So I got changed and came right over." |
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