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[72yroldpitviper]

::In the food court, Madarame sat at one of the tables with a manga in one hand and a fork full of ziti in the other. He didn't like the crowded airport or its bustling all that much, but he had gotten tired of being cooped up on the train for so long. Either way, he wondered if he would be able to meet any interesting people on that day.::

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[raininglights]

::Kukaku had been wandering. She had a lot on her mind and couldn't focus on work. And when she couldn't focus on work, it was best not to work. So she had packed everything up and decided to wander the stop. This thing with Ichigo had her completely thrown off.

She paused as she spotted Madarame and stalked over, slamming her hand down on the table.::

You're up to something aren't you?

[72yroldpitviper]

::Nearly chokes on his ziti:: ACK! ::Coughs a bunch of times::

[raininglights]

Well?! Out with it!

::Leans over the table and glares at him.::

What the hell is wrong with Ichigo?

[72yroldpitviper]

Sh-shiba-san!?

[guide_to_death]

::Botan, completely oblivious of Madarame, sat herself down across from him at his table with a large tray of assorted fast food items. She smiled to herself and broke a pair of chopsticks apart::
... oh. Hi. Didn't see you there!

[72yroldpitviper]

::Stares at her, immediately recognizing who she is:: Ah...Hello.