PoT: Translated: Convex
Jun. 19th, 2006 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Fic post from my archive.
Echizen cleans his sword and thinks about his new place.
Ryouma sat in his rooms in the middle town, with his sword over his knees, cleaning it. His hands moved automatically, years and years of familiarity guiding them while his eyes rested on the blade without seeing it.
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Date: 2006-06-20 12:57 pm (UTC)[giggles] I'm going to go crazy enjoying reading this... I can tell. It's already begun.
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Date: 2006-06-20 04:10 pm (UTC)*giggling* Seriously, though. Most parts will be fairly short, but there's action coming!
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Date: 2006-06-26 05:11 pm (UTC)Oh, Ryoma, I'll just sit here and be stringed along by Branch-san and be oblivious with you okay? We ought to be around the same age. Or maybe you'll be older.
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Date: 2006-06-26 06:27 pm (UTC)*laughing* Poor guy is going to have to get kind of frustrated before the light dawns, but it's good for him, I'm sure...
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Date: 2006-06-27 12:47 pm (UTC)Little doses of frustration are like taking little doses of arsenic each day! :D