Itachi... [He sits up, eyes still screwed shut. Light is filtering through his lashes and he has to wonder what time it is. He doesn't dare open them - he knows he'll only be recoiling in agony and slamming them closed in seconds. Law's voice doesn't raise beyond a rasping whisper - sound hurts as well and his throat is dry.]
... how long was I out?
[He pushes out with his sense of space, and tries not to tremble more. There, there, there, the perception of how things relate to him and what he can grab and move and manipulate filters through, and he realizes just where he is in Itachi's apartment.
Oh.
Oh.
Ow. That was a particularly painful pulse. He rubs at his arms and feels the rough mesh beneath his fingertips. Yeah. Stripped down to that, the t-shirt over top, and his boxers. The rest of his layered clothes, his cloak, and his weapons, he had laid beside the bed. Probably still soaked through too.
Yet he couldn't bring himself to care. Just be relieved he hadn't gone all the way and ended up naked.]
[Action/December 20/morning]
... how long was I out?
[He pushes out with his sense of space, and tries not to tremble more. There, there, there, the perception of how things relate to him and what he can grab and move and manipulate filters through, and he realizes just where he is in Itachi's apartment.
Oh.
Oh.
Ow. That was a particularly painful pulse. He rubs at his arms and feels the rough mesh beneath his fingertips. Yeah. Stripped down to that, the t-shirt over top, and his boxers. The rest of his layered clothes, his cloak, and his weapons, he had laid beside the bed. Probably still soaked through too.
Yet he couldn't bring himself to care. Just be relieved he hadn't gone all the way and ended up naked.]