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[ironside_pixie]

Kaye's leaning against the bar, bouncing a crisp green apple against her palm. Apple goes up, apple goes down. She likes how the color of the bar lights reflect off it's surface. There's nothing to make you smile like a successful heist.

It's almost like she's back to her old self.

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[kurosakiboy]

It is not, in Ichigo's opinion, a good thing for her to seem this happy. As he wanders about, eying the apple and the girl with equal suspicion, he seems to decide to join them instead of passing by.

"You look suspiciously happy," he remarks. "How come?"

[ironside_pixie]

"I do?" She asks, with the air of someone who knows exactly what she looks like. A faint blush colors her cheek, the smile still on her face. She's a kid with her hand caught in the cookie jar, too happy at obtaining the treat to regret it.

After all, he should have been paying attention to his fruit, shouldn't he?

"I have an apple." She says very delicately and draws a bone-handled knife from one of the pockets on her tattered skirt.

[kurosakiboy]

"I can see that," he replies, hands stuck in the pockets of his jeans, his shirt a little too short for him, almost exposing skin where the jeans hang low. "There's a bowl full of them over there. I've seen people taking some. But why're you so happy? It's just an apple."

Oh Ichigo, how simple you are some times.

[ironside_pixie]

She visibly deflates, the wind draining from her sails, making her shoot him a dry look.

"Well...I sort of...never mind." The knife slices through the skin of the apple easily, a crescent of juicy fruit that she lifts to her lips immediately. It hovers there though, just against the pink curve of her mouth; she's rather lost her taste for the forbidden fruit, now that it's not quite so forbidden.

"Think fast." She throws the apple to Ichigo, a simple upwards arc through the air in the direction of his left hand.