Recon Afterman
Aug. 15th, 2010 10:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
balinesianDragging Aya as far as he could, the blond dropped the redhead off if his back and sat beside him against the wall in an alley that smelled like alcohol and urine. He closed his eyes and shoved his glasses up and over his face to rest in his hair. Shakey hands pulled off his gloves and he sorted through a pocket for his smokes and then his zippo. Thank God for nicotine.
Aya had gotten the brunt of the pummeling but they had both been wounded. Youji was just the hardier of the two. He supposed, absently, that it came from being shot with a full clip in the chest a few years back. Good old Kritiker. They'd rebuilt him pretty solid. Hardly a scar on his chest. He was grateful for that.
Youji pulled one knee towards his chest and exhaled a smoke ring. "Still breathin' over there, kid?"
Aya had gotten the brunt of the pummeling but they had both been wounded. Youji was just the hardier of the two. He supposed, absently, that it came from being shot with a full clip in the chest a few years back. Good old Kritiker. They'd rebuilt him pretty solid. Hardly a scar on his chest. He was grateful for that.
Youji pulled one knee towards his chest and exhaled a smoke ring. "Still breathin' over there, kid?"
