Aug 17, 2006 09:36
Danica is not happy.
She's been lurking around the apartments, trying to pick up bits of information here and there, but that's, well, boring.
For now, she's just sitting inside, legs curled beneath her, stilettos tossed aside. Stupid shoes.
She wants blood. Or a cigarette. Badly.
!location: hallway,
danica talos,
krauser,
ichigo kurosaki
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"You know, I think we've got spares in 202."
She may not want shoes, but it's about all he can provide. And then she gets something else: a grim, slightly startled look.
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"Hey." Her voice is a litle raspy. "You know where I can get a cigarette or something? I'm dying here."
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He picked up nicotene patches for HUNK. Professional concession. Sure, the guy could be trying to kill him soon. But there was no reason to leave him to withdrawal.
And then he just looks at her for a moment, thoughtful.
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And then she glances back up at him. "What?"
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"Hey. I didn't catch your name last time."
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He's tempted to ask why she looks so...unhappy. Well, unhappier. She didn't seem very happy last time either.
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