| [Dec. 1st, 2011|08:34 am] |
“Anytime, my friend,” Katsuko said. She’d meant to say it jokingly, but what came out was something sincere and little bit too raw, hanging in the air between them. Katsuko coughed, grateful when Genma turned away to refill the canteens.
“Ueno.” Hajime was holding out a stick with a skewered rabbit at the end. “Breakfast.”
“You’re pretty nice for a cannibal, Boss,” she told him, grinning when he rolled his eyes at her. She took a seat by the fire, looking over her shoulder at Genma.
“You alright?” Hajime asked her, quietly. Katsuko rubbed her arms, thinking about scars and nightmares and days spent underground, in the dark; about crooked fingers and the weight of memory.
“Yeah,” she said, honestly. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Hunger asserted itself and she started on the rabbit, tearing into it ravenously. A few minutes later Genma came back from the stream and handed Hajime his water canteen before accepting his own rabbit on a stick. He smiled crookedly at Katsuko as he sat down; she snorted and poked him in the shoulder. “Eat,” she ordered. “You look like you’re gonna fall over.”
"Aw, come on, I'm not that frail-looking,” Genma complained, grinning. Still, he applied himself to his roasted rabbit with as much enthusiasm as Katsuko had, if not more. She hid a smile and turned her attention back to eating, conscious of Hajime’s gaze on them both.
Yeah. She and Genma were alright. |
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