| [Jan. 21st, 2012|11:51 pm] |
Kakashi’s eyebrows arched. “So far, I’ve managed to avoid being set on fire,” he said mildly.
“I guess there is that,” she said, straight-faced. An edge of something dark and wry lurked in her voice. “It’s not as much fun as you’d expect.”
He snorted. “I believe it.” His fingers tapped a meaningless morse code against his leg, before he added: “I did get hit by lightning once. Not sure I’d recommend it.”
Katsuko cackled, slapping her free hand against the rooftop. “A lightning rod!” she cried, looking very much like she wanted to sprawl on her back and roll. “Not a weather-vane, but a lightning rod!”
“Told you.” Kakashi’s mouth quirked. “Made my hair stand up for weeks.”
Katsuko blinked, laughter draining into something mystified as she took another mouthful of shochu. “You mean it can stand up more?”
“No, that was the—never mind.” It hadn’t been much of a joke anyway. He probably shouldn’t joke at all, but I’m sorry hadn’t been helpful, even if it was true, and he didn’t intend to share his own tragedies. He’d done enough of that with Ryouma, possibly for a lifetime.
Katsuko’s long, thin fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle, holding it to her mouth. A twist of alcohol fumes hit Kakashi’s nose as she snickered and said lightning rod to herself.
On the other hand, maybe jokes were just fine. |
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