[Haruka turned the communicator off with a click, before setting it on the floor beside him. He breathed, glancing over at his left arm.
The fabric of his suit had been slashed and stained faintly with crimson from a cut made in his shoulder, and the blood had run all the way down to his palm. His blood wasn't the only one staining his fingertips now. Some of it belonged to Vanilla Ice. On top of that, his head was still throbbing fiercely. The pain is what made him keep his phrases short before.
Closing his eyes, he waited and fought the urge to drift off as he sat by the wall near the doorway connecting to the other room where Kantarou rested. He was in the foreroom, alone. Not hard to find at all.]
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Date: 2009-01-07 08:42 am (UTC)The fabric of his suit had been slashed and stained faintly with crimson from a cut made in his shoulder, and the blood had run all the way down to his palm. His blood wasn't the only one staining his fingertips now. Some of it belonged to Vanilla Ice. On top of that, his head was still throbbing fiercely. The pain is what made him keep his phrases short before.
Closing his eyes, he waited and fought the urge to drift off as he sat by the wall near the doorway connecting to the other room where Kantarou rested. He was in the foreroom, alone. Not hard to find at all.]