Date Crashers
WHO: Kensei, Lisa, Love, Orihime, Uryuu
WHAT: Kensei drops by a DIFFERENT abandoned warehouse where Orihime is training to persuade her to take a break. They go to McDonald's. Other people spy on them. Someone chokes. But they don't die.
WHEN: After training in Soul Society, before Orihime is absconded with to Hueco Mundo
WHERE: Karakura Town
"I think I'm getting stronger," Orihime exhales with a 'phew!', looking at her fingers as she flexes them open and closed. She's been training for hours, and she's finally worn out. It used to be that she'd get tired so much faster. All that experience in Soul Society must have really helped!
Her hair hangs loosely about her face, slightly dampened with the sweat from her brow. All six spirits have been loosed, their powers drawn upon as Orihime battles imaginary foes that may or may not just be common house flies buzzing around the interior of the old abandoned warehouse. Two of them are even cut in half! She felt a little bad about that, but a tiny bit elated too that her aim seems to be getting better. All she has to really work on now is her speed, since it's crucial that Tsubaki's flight exceed the quick reflexes of the Espada if she's to have any hope of really fighting them. A shield can only do so much without an offensive attack to rely upon.
Orihime falls back to rest against a dusty, empty crate, looking down at her sneakers. It's hard to believe that the time of battle is approaching so quickly. She hopes she's prepared. Ignoring the loud roars of her stomach, Orihime wipes the sweat from her brow and swings her arms to loosen the muscles in her shoulders. "Just a little longer..." THEN she can eat.
For her to be in the warehouse someone must be around, and this time that someone is Kensei who stopped what he was doing in order to watch Orihime train. She is getting better but he doesn't think her power can match as espada's. Definitely not as it is anyway. He could tell her to leave the fighting to Ichigo but he knows what she'd say to that. Women are so stubborn. "Hey, how's it going?" Kensei walks over from an adjoining room where he was viewing her practice from the doorway. "You look tired. That should be enough for today." She looks too determined to be swayed so easily.
"UWAHHH!" Orihime recoils in surprise, jumping a good foot in the air as she swings around to face Kensei. "Oh...Kensei-san, it's you! I was startled!" she grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. How embarrassing. She didn't even feel a trace of his reiatsu, either. She's normally really good at it!
"Don't worry about me, I'm not that tired yet!" Just...hungry. "I can still practice a little longer, see?" she beams, flexing her arm. "Not even shaking yet, ha ha!" And that means everything is in tip-top shape. "Ah...what brings you here? Is everything okay?"
"It's fine." Kensei has no reason to worry her. "I just noticed you were here." He probably felt her powers being unleashed half way across town. The vizard walks forward, glancing around the interior of the warehouse before approaching the girl. "Even if you say you can keep going I could hear your stomach as well as your attacks. Take a break, there's no enemies here." She shouldn't push herself too much. Sometimes it's fine to do that of course but maybe he doesn't see a reason for her to do it. "If something happens to his friends while we're takin' up all his time, Ichigo won't be too happy." So in other words he doesn't want to get into trouble either.
Orihime smiles despite her longing to keep fighting. Kensei's so nice. And Orihime's somewhat of a pushover when it comes to her friends. "Well...I guess I am a little hungry," she admits, and closes her eyes. The spirits vanish into slivers of light, affixed to her barettes once again. There~!
"Maybe just a small break, then," she agrees amiably. "Do you want to eat something too? It'll be my treat," she offers, figuring that the Vizard probably don't have much in the way of money.
Friends? Well he'd be pretty amazed to know she thought so. Kensei isn't sure what word he'd use to describe the relationship between Ichigo and the vizards, as well as Ichigo's friends. The word is good enough for him. "Sure." Why not? Even if Ichigo probably wouldn't approve since Orihime doesn't have much money either, she did offer and Kensei thinks she might like the company. They can go anywhere she likes of course. "You got those powers from Ichigo, didn't you?" He asks as they move toward the door.
"That's right!" Orihime gasps, beaming. "How did you know?" At least, she believes that's where she got them. Shun'ou had told her they'd awakened thanks to him, and she sees no reason why the little spirit would lie. Orihime pushes open the door leading into the cooler evening air. She loves summer nights, they always smell so good.
"It happened during the spring. My brother had become a Hollow and came after me. But Kurosaki-kun protected me. And ever since that night, I've been able to see spirits. I didn't find out about my powers until I had to fight a Hollow all by myself, though," she says with an embarrassed smile.
Kensei walks along with her down the street to a more pleasant looking part of the neighborhood. She shouldn't be going to abandoned warehouses anyway, even if it's to train. She could get in trouble just going there. "You have a similar feel as he does." Even if the power is nothing alike, at least in form. Kensei may not be the strongest when it comes to sensing those things but he can tell that much. "Don't give him too much credit." There's a glance over in Orihime's direction. "He couldn't bring somethin' out unless it was in you to begin with."
"But where would someone like me get any real powers?" she laughs, perhaps taking it as more of a compliment than she should. Still, it's nice to have someone comment so positively on her powers. It makes her feel all useful. "It must be from Kurosaki-kun. I'd just be an ordinary human otherwise, right?" She sure didn't get it from her parents, there's just no way. Her brother would have told her something like that if it were otherwise.
But what REALLY makes her feel light on her feet is that Kensei says her powers have a similar feel to Ichigo's. That's so great! Anything she can do to be more like him is a-okay in her book! "How's your training going over there, anyway? You all seemed to be working so hard."
It seems like she sort of misses the point on what he was trying to explain, but that's alright. Her outlook is still positive so he thinks it's fine either way. Kensei won't argue the fact that her powers are useful too. "It's going fine. I let Shinji handle it mostly. He likes that kinda thing." And Shinji seems to have taken a liking to Ichigo in particular. Maybe because Shinji's found someone new to torment.
"Really? Lucky for Kurosaki-kun, then. He seemed a lot better." She can't really know what it was like for him bearing the mask of the Hollow side of himself. She's never even seen it! But Orihime can certainly appreciate the change in his attitude ever since he started practicing, with Rukia's encouragement. Everything will be just fine now, thanks to them.
"Do you like hamburgers?" she asks, looking up at the golden arch beacon that shines brightly through the night. "Or would you prefer something else?"
"Still watching him from afar? You should just talk to him." But Orihime seems skittish for some reason. Well, he might tell that she likes the kid but if she does maybe she shouldn't be so shy. Not that Kensei's one to talk about advice for women or men anyway. "Hambergers are fine." He's a guy so why would he pass up meat! Even if it is probably processed all to hell.
If McDonald's even qualifies as meat, then Kensei should be plenty pleased with a double quarter-pounder! Or whatever they call it in Japan. "Maybe I will," she laughs, feeling a little more confident. As long as it's just talking, it's fine! But telling him she /likes/ him? Not in a thousand years! ...Unless Ichigo asked her to, of course.
Orihime leads the way into the restaurant, her head upturned to examine the menu for the best combos. "Eeto.......... What are you going to get? Have you been here before?" she grins. "You should try the milkshakes, they're delicious!"
Kensei looks up at the menu but even as she's asking what he wants he's already lifting his finger to point. "I'll have the number six with a root beer float and large fries." Course when he finally realizes she's talking he looks down at her. "You say somethin'?" Guess that already answers her question! His hands are tucked into his pockets and he waits for Orihime to order next.
Orihime blinks. He decided that fast on his combo meal? "Ha ha ha! You really know what you want!" she laughs, amused. She hasn't decided yet on what she wants, but sure! A number six sounds just fine to her, they may as well get the same thing. She steps up to the counter and places a double order, fishing the money from the pocket of her flowered skirt.
"Have you ever been here before? I wasn't expecting you to be so familiar with the menu," Orihime notes as she takes her receipt and steps back to wait for their number to be called.
Kensei probably shouldn't let Orihime pay for him so easily, but she asked and it's not like he's rolling in dough. Besides, she offered and it'd be rude to tell her she couldn't! Their order is up pretty quickly so he reaches for the tray to carry it for her. "Usually I do the cooking. Sometimes when I don't feel like it I'll order this crap."
Fast food isn't good for them but it's not like they're actually alive anyway. Kensei is pretty sure Mashiro is eating way too much candy, which would only explain half of her behavior to him. The other half is forever a mystery. With their food in hand he finds them a booth so they can sit down and relax.
Oh right...he mentioned that he cooked before. "Do you enjoy it? Cooking, I mean," Orihime clarifies. Clearly he doesn't 'enjoy' McDonald's so much as 'just eats it and appreciates not having any dishes to wash', considering what he calls it. "I love it! It's fun trying out new recipes," she beams. Fun for her! Not so fun for her dinner guests (save Rangiku).
She trots cheerfully along behind Kensei, allowing him to take the tray and choose a booth that he likes. Once that's done, she drops into the seat across from him, reaching for her straw and slipping down the paper until it's crinkled. "Here's a magic trick my brother taught me when I was little! Watch closely." Plunking her straw into the cola, she withdraws it again, allowing a drop of soda to fall on the crumpled wrapper. Wrinkles suddenly expand, causing the paper to write about like a living thing. "Arrrrrrrr, it's alive!"
Enjoy it? Kensei hadn't really thought about it. He sits back in the booth, lifting a frenchfry and chewing on it. "I don't mind it, I guess." It gives him something to do when there isn't much else for the vizards but living day to day. He's actually gotten decent at it too, not that he's brag or anything. But he doesn't burn the eggs! Which saves him from any complaints coming from those eating the food. That or they can cook their own damn meals!
The magic trick earns a quirked brow and a smirk, which stays on his face as he lifts his straw and removes one end, then puts it to his lips and fires the paper in Orihime's direction. What a goofy kid she is. Not that his behavior was any better in that instant. "Sounds like you and your brother were close." He says, depositing his straw into his root beer.
"Ack!" Orihime laughs, flinching as the paper wrapper smacks her right between the eyes. Dastardly Vizard! "Maybe we can swap recipes, after the war is over? It could be fun!" It really could. And it's nice to think that neither of them will prove to be casualties in the war to come.
"Oh, we were," Orihime smiles, unwrapping her hamburger only halfway and using the wrapper to stave off the inevitable drip of ketchup on her fingers. "He's always looked out for me! He raised me on his own ever since I was three years old. I was hoping I would see him again in Soul Society, but there were just too many souls there. I did look, though!"
So, she had just been out and about in the neighbourhood-- well, okay, perhaps not out and about as such. Pretty much the only times she ventured out of the warehouse was when she was out of literature to read, or to pick up an order on a new volume; and she was on her way back to their home (if you could even call it that) from doing just that. The weather was cold so therefore her pace was brisk, a scowl on her face as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of the coat that she was wearing. The coat itself had once belonged to a female student at Karakura Highschool, but had accidentally left it behind at a bookstore Lisa had just /happened/ to be at. Whilst it was probably a nuisance for the girl, she had taken no time in permanently borrowing it and considering the temperature right now she was glad she had.
Not paying much attention to the pedestrian traffic on the sidewalk and occasionally bumping into people who failed to get out of her way, Lisa would've been completely happy just to keep her eyes ahead of her and just walk back home-- but as she passed some sort of eatery, she had the most uncanny feeling that she had caught a glimpse of someone familiar inside. Stopping still in the middle of the sidewalk and earning a few more unsavory glares, she paused only for a moment before wandering over and peering in the window.
Just barely stifling a smile as he finished crossing the street, Love took his soda bottle from the inside of the tan suede blazer he wore today and unscrewed the top. Naturally, unbeknowst to the cops he just met on the other side of the street, the black soda inside had already been slightly mixed with sake and Love had been enjoying the mix all day--not getting drunk, but simply enjoying the mix as he relaxed at different spots around town. After crossing, his head turned to the right towards a restaurant, immediatley noticing the very hard to miss young woman in a schoolgirl's uniform with her face pressed against the glass of the restaurant's window. All Love could possibly do was sigh and shake his head, as this was no surprise to him; nothing Lisa ever did could surprise him at this point. Popping his headphones from his ears and pocketing them, he strolls to Lisa's left, and turns around with his back against the glass. "Y'know, you can always just go eat there," he says calmly.
It's a beautiful day for a Southern-style chicken sandwich, isn't it? Though he'd never admit it, Uryuu has developed a fondness for the plain chicken-and-pickle sandwich since McDonald's introduced it. Do they know they're totally ripping off Chik-Fil-A? Or perhaps more importantly, does Chik-Fil-A know they're being totally ripped off? Neither question particularly matters to Ishida, seeing as how there is no Chik-Fil-A in Karakura and the nearest one is roughly a thirty minute drive; forty by bus. So if McDonald's ripped off the concept, better for the folks in Karakura!
It is with the thought of a juicy piece of breaded chicken with those two tangy little pickle slices on a delightful, buttered bun that has Ishida practically skipping through the doors of - what do you know! - the same McDonald's that Orihime and Kensei are currently enjoying...or tolerating in Kensei's case.
On his way to the counter, he spots the uncommon color of Orihime's hair out of the corner of his eye and can't help but look. He takes note of Inoue with pleasant surprise but upon noticing that her companion is male and no one he knows, Uryuu's smile drops off his face. And look at all those piercings! He's clearly a threat. Before he can be noticed, Ishida dives behind a planter, getting a weird look from the cashier whom he tries to wave off and finally just gives her the international sign for 'don't say anything!' In this way, the Quincy inches across the floor of questionable cleanliness to within earshot of Orihime and her 'date.'
Orihime's positive outlook is also something to marvel at, though that's not to say Kensei is the overly negative type. He doesn't like to see people get down so in response to that idea he can only agree. "Sure, sounds great." Both hands unwrap the burger and as he turns it over to take a bite he pauses for a moment and then looks slowly to the side, only to see Lisa's faced through the glass staring at them. "What the hell is she doing..." Muttered to himself. She looks like a homeless runaway or something. And then he sees the notable hairstyle of Love and figures things are just going to get even stranger.
Uryuu goes completely unnoticed as Kensei has other things on his mind. "Just ignore 'em." If Orihime can do that but it might be impossible. What were they talking about? Oh right, cooking! "Next time you come over I'll show you a few of those recipes." Maybe he'll even let Orihime do the cooking for the vizards one night!
Ignore who? Ignore what? Orihime's gaze follows Kensei's as she cranes her neck slightly for a better look. Oh! Another of the Vizard! Orihime never really got to talk to that one. It was Yadomaru, wasn't it? She's pretty sure that's what they'd called her... Either way, Orihime doesn't follow Kensei's advice, waving at the window cheerily. Isn't she cold out there?
"Really? That would be great! The sandwiches were delicious, by the way." She has yet to sample any real cooking, but she can't begin to fathom all the exotic ingredients that a Vizard must use in the preparation of their meals. So exciting! "We can BOTH cook, and combine our recipes into one!" Like Voltron!
The unexpected sound of the familiar voice so close to her made Lisa jump, her plaits bouncing slightly from her shoulders as she did so. She had been so thoroughly absorbed in watching who she could now make out as none other than Kensei eating with /that girl/, that the last thing she would've expected was Love's voice. Her scowl quickly returning as she turned her head to glare at the living fashion faux-pas lounging on the glass next to her, she was no doubt unhappy with the sarcastic comment.
"I ain't hungry, you idiot," She hissed, fixing Love with a 'don't-ever-do-that-again-or-I'll-surely-dismember-you' look for as long as possible before her curiosity got the better of her and she was forced to return her gaze to Kensei and his woman. "I'm just doin' a little... reconnaissance." Focusing back on the matter at hand, Lisa now saw that Kensei's woman was waving. At her. Well, that was an invitation inside if she ever saw one- and she wasn't about to turn down the perfect opportunity to annoy the other Vizard. Plastering a sugary-sweet grin on her face and waving back, she turned towards the entrance and pulled the door open before grabbing the sleeve of Love's coat as an afterthought and dragging him in with her. If anyone was good at annoying people, it was him.
As Lisa's face pressed in against the glass, and she responded to his remark in kind, Love somewhat ignored it as he took another sip of his cola-sake mix, and wasn't even looking at her behind his shade-covered eyes to see the look upon her face, but he didn't need to see her to know it was there. It was there every time he borrowed a volume without asking, or said he didn't know where one of Lisa's volume's were only for her to find it hidden in his floorboard minutes later. He did finally look over to see Lisa waving to someone inside and turned around to look inside him, though before he could Lisa had already grabbed the sleeve of his coat, pulling him. "What the hell..." As they reached the inside of the establishment, Love saw what the fuss was all about as he noticed Kensei and that orange-haired girl from the high school sitting together. Of all things Love could've told Lisa in response, already knowing what was on her mind, only one came to his mind. "They serve shrimp here?"
Anyone with a forgiving, open mind would hear the casual, friendly discourse between girl and vizard and relax, realizing the lack of threat. Unfortunately, Uryuu isn't exactly the most immediately forgiving person, and as a Quincy he suffers from a rather closed mind pretty much all the time. He hears the words 'next time you come over' and a panic sets in. ('She's been to his /house/?! This has to be Kurosaki's fault.') Of course, that must be the explanation. That pierced, ex-convict looking guy must be a friend of Ichigo's. He has such shady friends anyway. Well, except for himself, Inoue, and Chad, of course. But the point remains: It must be Kurosaki's fault that Inoue is having such a calm conversation with a person who looks like he's probably packing heat! Something must be done about this, for Inoue's sake!
But before he can come up with a plan to get Orihime out of there without alerting America's Most Wanted over there, two more people approach. A girl who looks a bit too old to be wearing a seifuku, and a very large dude with an interesting afro. Ishida calculates the odds of his being able to take on the ex-con and the afro dude at the same time and finds the odds not being in his favor. Well then, there's only one other thing to do!
With the confusion of the arrival of Lisa and Love, Ishida suddenly stands from his position behind the large, cheap planter across the aisle from their booth. "Inoue-san!" But he forgets about the small tree inside the planter, which is now decorating his head with a faceful of leaves. Sputtering, he shoves the plant aside and tries again. "Inoue-san! Don't worry, I'll protect you! Come over here, quickly!"
Oh good, they're coming in! They can all enjoy McDonald's together, just like those commercials! And then Ronald McDonald will cartwheel by, and everyone will laugh as a rainbow arcs through the restaurant.
Perhaps Grimace will fall on someone's head for extra awesome.
However, there is no Ronald McDonald, there is only Uryuu. Orihime looks back, her cheeks puffed after taking a big bite of her burger. Wha...? She chews quickly, blinking, then opens up her senses. Vizard, Vizard, Quincy, Vizard. Is there some sort of earthly threat?
Forcing herself to swallow a bite too big, Orihime wipes off her hands on a napkin and starts to rise.
And choke.
Oh great, they're coming in here. Kensei sinks into his seat a little and slurps his root beer through the straw of his cup. Suddenly he's losing his appetite. His eyes look up toward Love and Lisa and he can only blink. "This is a fast food restaurant." They don't serve shrimp here! Maybe a battered cover filet of fish but not shrimp. "You need to get out more." The cup is set down with a sigh and one hand brushes over his short silver hair. "You guys just gonna stand there or..?"
The sound and the movement from across the table manages to catch Kensei's attention. When he sees Orihime standing there with that look on her face it can only mean one thing. "Shit." The vizards slides out of his seat quickly and steps behind the orange haired girl, then puts both arms around her, settles his hands under her bust, grasps one hand with the other and thrusts them upward toward himself. Firmly but he doesn't want to hurt the girl either. Don't look, children! And he's not assaulting her either so stop thinking weird things! "Spit it out, Orihime!" This is all that talking plant's fault!
Ignoring the comment about the shrimp-- which was asburd, McDonalds was only intrested in slaughtering cows and the occasional chicken, anyway-- Lisa opened her mouth and was about to say something when a new voice entered the conversation behind them. Turning only to see a spectacled teen cough out a few bits of foliage, the sight occured to Lisa as being a little odd, but she gave it no heed. Giving the boy a quizzical look before turning back to the rather... interesting situation, her eyes widened a fraction from behind her glasses as she took in the sight of Kensei manhandling his woman.
"Sheesh, Kensei! Y'all have to wait for the second date before you can go 'round grabbin' her like that!" It didn't really occur to her that Orihime was choking. After all, when people got grabbed this way in her novels, it was never because the man wanted to dislodge a rogue piece of burger in the other's throat.
Love didn't bother eating at McDonalds...he really didn't know much about it to that effect because he was no fast food fan. Shit's too greasy, and the people that frequent these places can be kinda--odd. What happens next completely proves this point of view as from Love's position, he spots a nerdy looking kid squatting behind a plant, calling out to the woman Kensei sits with. Love's right eyebrow raises in bemusement, and he turns towards the orange-haired girl to see how she'll respond...and the second he does, he notices she's choking, with Kensei quickly moving behind her and attempting the Heimlich. Unable to deal with much more of this madness, Love points to the jailbait's friend, the nerdy kid behind the plant. "You. C'mon out." Still pointing at Uryuu, he turns to Lisa. "Bad enough you creepin' around, now even nerds are doin' it."
Why that lousy rotten...! If Inoue chokes, it should be Uryuu who performs the Heimlich on her! Didn't he just declare that he would save her? This definitely applies! Especially since Kensei is putting pressure on the wrong area. Ignoring Love's demand and yet obeying it at the same time, Ishida practically shoves the planter aside and crosses the aisle in one long stride. "You get away from her, you're doing it all wrong; you'll only bruise her ribs that way." In a bold move, he attempts to remove Kensei's person from Orihime. Granted, the Quincy is smaller than the silver-haired vizard, but there may be a lot to be said for sudden adrenaline. Should he manage to convince Kensei to back off, one way or another, the nerdy teen will proceed to put his arms around Inoue as Kensei did, but place his fist lower, just beneath her ribcage, positioning it at an angle so that when he pushes his fisted hand up, it will force her entire diaphragm upward, forcing the air from her lungs in a quick expellation. "That's how the Heimlich is done."
Of course, if he fails to budge Kensei, all he'll be able to do is stand there and shout at him about how wrong he is while poor Inoue continues to lack oxygen. He'll get through to him eventually...probably.
Kensei looks up from what he's doing in order to shout at Lisa. "She's choking!" Just what does Lisa think he's doing to Orihime in a public place! He's trying to save her life! His actions don't pause but mentally there is a stumble. "SECOND date?!" It's okay to manhandle a girl on a second date?? What kind of guy does she think he is! And what kind of guys does she date anyway! When the kid finally gets himself untangled from the plant and demands to take over, Kensei releases Orihime and steps aside. "Be my guest."
Jumping out of a planter might not be the hero's entrance Ishida was looking for but Orihime probably won't mind at this point. Once Orihime does spit her food out Kensei just shakes his head. "Thanks anyway, Orihime. Next time I'll buy." He's not so cheap as to make her pay every time, but as the vizard does claim is soda it looks like he's not planning on staying in a Mcdonald's as weird as this one.
This isn't the first time Orihime's choked on her food, and it probably won't be the last. Lucky thing there are people around to help (though she's used a chair when on her own). The half-chewed burger bits soar across the restaurant, smacking into the Ronald McDonald statue's smiling face with a solid *SPACK*! And still the clown goes :D while waving at the restaurant patrons.
Orihime slumps in Uryuu's arms, coughing as she fights to regain her breath. Phew... "Thanks Kensei-san, Ishida-kun. I thought there was a suicide bomber..." Since that was the first threat to come to mind which wasn't spiritual in nature. Not technically. "Sorry...! I guess it was a bit of a fiasco, wasn't it? Eh heh heh!"
Love watches the activity before him--and his jaw nearly drops completely. "If fast food restaurants were this interesting...I'd probably actually go to them more," he says to Lisa. Moving past her and the two teenagers, he walks over to the counter with his soda bottle in hand and nods to the cashier. "Refill this...though not too much. Still some sake in there." He glances over to the teenagers, then shrugs towards the cashier. "Can you get me a cup of water for the girl, too?"
Admist all this madness, seemingly none of which seemed to bother her, and completely ignoring Kensei's indignant cries, Lisa watched Love walk over to the counter and frowned. Striding over to him, she grabbed his soda bottle and glared. "Y'know you ain't allowed to drink in here?" She asked, her voice a little louder than it was supposed to be. Then again, that was probably the intention. "This is a /family/. /Establishment./ And I ain't talkin' about the kind of family establishment we run, either."
Holding the bottle out of arm's reach, she turned to the cashier and looked at him, turning completely dead-pan. "Sorry 'bout him. We'll take you up on that water, though. And y'all might want to clean up that statue over there, I think the kids have noticed he's covered in food."
With the 'danger' that is Kensei having wandered out once Inoue is assured to continue living, Uryuu begins to relax and start acting like his normal, less neurotic self again. It's only now that he relizes that Orihime is still in his arms. Not only that, but attesting that her brush with demise was his own fault! The blush on his face is there for quite a few reasons as he attempts to stutter out, "Inoue-san...I'm so very sorry for...startling you."
Carefully, he eases her back into her seat. The look he gives her is reminiscent of a puppy who just got caught making a mess on the carpet. Glancing at the brewing argument at the counter, Ishida decides it's a good time to cut his losses and run. "I'll uh...see you later, Inoue-san...and," leaning down to whisper, he adds furtively, "Don't drink anything those two give you. Just in case." Given Orihime's natural state, Ishida can't even begin to imagine what a drunk Inoue would be like. Whatever it is, he's fairly sure he never wants to see it.
With that last bit of warning protection imparted, the Quincy quickly shoves his glasses further up the bridge of his nose in embarrassment and heads for the door. Delicious chicken sandwich will have to wait on this day. That pierced vizard shall pay for this! PAY!
Orihime blinks up at Uryuu, her brow creased. Ah...? She rubs her throat absently, wondering why on earth he would...
Oh. Oh, that's right. He doesn't know that their classmate Shinji is a Vizard. It's entirely likely that he doesn't even know what a Vizard is! She opens her mouth to explain, but he's already rushing for the door. She forgot just how quick a Quincy can be, even without his powers!
"Ishida-kun, wait up!" she smiles, grabbing her fries from the tray. They can discuss Vizards while hardening their arteries! She does pause, however, to bow politely at Lisa and Love. She doesn't know Love's last name however... Oh well. "Yadomaru-san. Love-san. It's nice to see you around town! Sorry I can't stay, but the milkshakes are really good if you would like a recommendation!" And with that, she's rushing for the door, waving at them as she goes.
"Lisa!" Love almost shouts out, but remembers he's in public and to maintain a certain decorum. However, Lisa has done one of the few things that will break Love's cool or any man's for that matter--stealing the drink! He reaches for his bottle of coke-sake mix, grabbing it back and consuming what's left of it quickly before Lisa can snatch it back. After wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his coat, and tosses it into the trash. "Yeah, I found a password to this sweet internet site. You stop actin' up or I'm not sharing it." He takes the cup of water, and walks over to Orihime. "Here, sorry if we startled you earlier." He straightens his shades back on his eyes, and nods towards Lisa. "White Swallow Happy Hour, 500 yen cups of Soju. Down?"
WHAT: Kensei drops by a DIFFERENT abandoned warehouse where Orihime is training to persuade her to take a break. They go to McDonald's. Other people spy on them. Someone chokes. But they don't die.
WHEN: After training in Soul Society, before Orihime is absconded with to Hueco Mundo
WHERE: Karakura Town
"I think I'm getting stronger," Orihime exhales with a 'phew!', looking at her fingers as she flexes them open and closed. She's been training for hours, and she's finally worn out. It used to be that she'd get tired so much faster. All that experience in Soul Society must have really helped!
Her hair hangs loosely about her face, slightly dampened with the sweat from her brow. All six spirits have been loosed, their powers drawn upon as Orihime battles imaginary foes that may or may not just be common house flies buzzing around the interior of the old abandoned warehouse. Two of them are even cut in half! She felt a little bad about that, but a tiny bit elated too that her aim seems to be getting better. All she has to really work on now is her speed, since it's crucial that Tsubaki's flight exceed the quick reflexes of the Espada if she's to have any hope of really fighting them. A shield can only do so much without an offensive attack to rely upon.
Orihime falls back to rest against a dusty, empty crate, looking down at her sneakers. It's hard to believe that the time of battle is approaching so quickly. She hopes she's prepared. Ignoring the loud roars of her stomach, Orihime wipes the sweat from her brow and swings her arms to loosen the muscles in her shoulders. "Just a little longer..." THEN she can eat.
For her to be in the warehouse someone must be around, and this time that someone is Kensei who stopped what he was doing in order to watch Orihime train. She is getting better but he doesn't think her power can match as espada's. Definitely not as it is anyway. He could tell her to leave the fighting to Ichigo but he knows what she'd say to that. Women are so stubborn. "Hey, how's it going?" Kensei walks over from an adjoining room where he was viewing her practice from the doorway. "You look tired. That should be enough for today." She looks too determined to be swayed so easily.
"UWAHHH!" Orihime recoils in surprise, jumping a good foot in the air as she swings around to face Kensei. "Oh...Kensei-san, it's you! I was startled!" she grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. How embarrassing. She didn't even feel a trace of his reiatsu, either. She's normally really good at it!
"Don't worry about me, I'm not that tired yet!" Just...hungry. "I can still practice a little longer, see?" she beams, flexing her arm. "Not even shaking yet, ha ha!" And that means everything is in tip-top shape. "Ah...what brings you here? Is everything okay?"
"It's fine." Kensei has no reason to worry her. "I just noticed you were here." He probably felt her powers being unleashed half way across town. The vizard walks forward, glancing around the interior of the warehouse before approaching the girl. "Even if you say you can keep going I could hear your stomach as well as your attacks. Take a break, there's no enemies here." She shouldn't push herself too much. Sometimes it's fine to do that of course but maybe he doesn't see a reason for her to do it. "If something happens to his friends while we're takin' up all his time, Ichigo won't be too happy." So in other words he doesn't want to get into trouble either.
Orihime smiles despite her longing to keep fighting. Kensei's so nice. And Orihime's somewhat of a pushover when it comes to her friends. "Well...I guess I am a little hungry," she admits, and closes her eyes. The spirits vanish into slivers of light, affixed to her barettes once again. There~!
"Maybe just a small break, then," she agrees amiably. "Do you want to eat something too? It'll be my treat," she offers, figuring that the Vizard probably don't have much in the way of money.
Friends? Well he'd be pretty amazed to know she thought so. Kensei isn't sure what word he'd use to describe the relationship between Ichigo and the vizards, as well as Ichigo's friends. The word is good enough for him. "Sure." Why not? Even if Ichigo probably wouldn't approve since Orihime doesn't have much money either, she did offer and Kensei thinks she might like the company. They can go anywhere she likes of course. "You got those powers from Ichigo, didn't you?" He asks as they move toward the door.
"That's right!" Orihime gasps, beaming. "How did you know?" At least, she believes that's where she got them. Shun'ou had told her they'd awakened thanks to him, and she sees no reason why the little spirit would lie. Orihime pushes open the door leading into the cooler evening air. She loves summer nights, they always smell so good.
"It happened during the spring. My brother had become a Hollow and came after me. But Kurosaki-kun protected me. And ever since that night, I've been able to see spirits. I didn't find out about my powers until I had to fight a Hollow all by myself, though," she says with an embarrassed smile.
Kensei walks along with her down the street to a more pleasant looking part of the neighborhood. She shouldn't be going to abandoned warehouses anyway, even if it's to train. She could get in trouble just going there. "You have a similar feel as he does." Even if the power is nothing alike, at least in form. Kensei may not be the strongest when it comes to sensing those things but he can tell that much. "Don't give him too much credit." There's a glance over in Orihime's direction. "He couldn't bring somethin' out unless it was in you to begin with."
"But where would someone like me get any real powers?" she laughs, perhaps taking it as more of a compliment than she should. Still, it's nice to have someone comment so positively on her powers. It makes her feel all useful. "It must be from Kurosaki-kun. I'd just be an ordinary human otherwise, right?" She sure didn't get it from her parents, there's just no way. Her brother would have told her something like that if it were otherwise.
But what REALLY makes her feel light on her feet is that Kensei says her powers have a similar feel to Ichigo's. That's so great! Anything she can do to be more like him is a-okay in her book! "How's your training going over there, anyway? You all seemed to be working so hard."
It seems like she sort of misses the point on what he was trying to explain, but that's alright. Her outlook is still positive so he thinks it's fine either way. Kensei won't argue the fact that her powers are useful too. "It's going fine. I let Shinji handle it mostly. He likes that kinda thing." And Shinji seems to have taken a liking to Ichigo in particular. Maybe because Shinji's found someone new to torment.
"Really? Lucky for Kurosaki-kun, then. He seemed a lot better." She can't really know what it was like for him bearing the mask of the Hollow side of himself. She's never even seen it! But Orihime can certainly appreciate the change in his attitude ever since he started practicing, with Rukia's encouragement. Everything will be just fine now, thanks to them.
"Do you like hamburgers?" she asks, looking up at the golden arch beacon that shines brightly through the night. "Or would you prefer something else?"
"Still watching him from afar? You should just talk to him." But Orihime seems skittish for some reason. Well, he might tell that she likes the kid but if she does maybe she shouldn't be so shy. Not that Kensei's one to talk about advice for women or men anyway. "Hambergers are fine." He's a guy so why would he pass up meat! Even if it is probably processed all to hell.
If McDonald's even qualifies as meat, then Kensei should be plenty pleased with a double quarter-pounder! Or whatever they call it in Japan. "Maybe I will," she laughs, feeling a little more confident. As long as it's just talking, it's fine! But telling him she /likes/ him? Not in a thousand years! ...Unless Ichigo asked her to, of course.
Orihime leads the way into the restaurant, her head upturned to examine the menu for the best combos. "Eeto.......... What are you going to get? Have you been here before?" she grins. "You should try the milkshakes, they're delicious!"
Kensei looks up at the menu but even as she's asking what he wants he's already lifting his finger to point. "I'll have the number six with a root beer float and large fries." Course when he finally realizes she's talking he looks down at her. "You say somethin'?" Guess that already answers her question! His hands are tucked into his pockets and he waits for Orihime to order next.
Orihime blinks. He decided that fast on his combo meal? "Ha ha ha! You really know what you want!" she laughs, amused. She hasn't decided yet on what she wants, but sure! A number six sounds just fine to her, they may as well get the same thing. She steps up to the counter and places a double order, fishing the money from the pocket of her flowered skirt.
"Have you ever been here before? I wasn't expecting you to be so familiar with the menu," Orihime notes as she takes her receipt and steps back to wait for their number to be called.
Kensei probably shouldn't let Orihime pay for him so easily, but she asked and it's not like he's rolling in dough. Besides, she offered and it'd be rude to tell her she couldn't! Their order is up pretty quickly so he reaches for the tray to carry it for her. "Usually I do the cooking. Sometimes when I don't feel like it I'll order this crap."
Fast food isn't good for them but it's not like they're actually alive anyway. Kensei is pretty sure Mashiro is eating way too much candy, which would only explain half of her behavior to him. The other half is forever a mystery. With their food in hand he finds them a booth so they can sit down and relax.
Oh right...he mentioned that he cooked before. "Do you enjoy it? Cooking, I mean," Orihime clarifies. Clearly he doesn't 'enjoy' McDonald's so much as 'just eats it and appreciates not having any dishes to wash', considering what he calls it. "I love it! It's fun trying out new recipes," she beams. Fun for her! Not so fun for her dinner guests (save Rangiku).
She trots cheerfully along behind Kensei, allowing him to take the tray and choose a booth that he likes. Once that's done, she drops into the seat across from him, reaching for her straw and slipping down the paper until it's crinkled. "Here's a magic trick my brother taught me when I was little! Watch closely." Plunking her straw into the cola, she withdraws it again, allowing a drop of soda to fall on the crumpled wrapper. Wrinkles suddenly expand, causing the paper to write about like a living thing. "Arrrrrrrr, it's alive!"
Enjoy it? Kensei hadn't really thought about it. He sits back in the booth, lifting a frenchfry and chewing on it. "I don't mind it, I guess." It gives him something to do when there isn't much else for the vizards but living day to day. He's actually gotten decent at it too, not that he's brag or anything. But he doesn't burn the eggs! Which saves him from any complaints coming from those eating the food. That or they can cook their own damn meals!
The magic trick earns a quirked brow and a smirk, which stays on his face as he lifts his straw and removes one end, then puts it to his lips and fires the paper in Orihime's direction. What a goofy kid she is. Not that his behavior was any better in that instant. "Sounds like you and your brother were close." He says, depositing his straw into his root beer.
"Ack!" Orihime laughs, flinching as the paper wrapper smacks her right between the eyes. Dastardly Vizard! "Maybe we can swap recipes, after the war is over? It could be fun!" It really could. And it's nice to think that neither of them will prove to be casualties in the war to come.
"Oh, we were," Orihime smiles, unwrapping her hamburger only halfway and using the wrapper to stave off the inevitable drip of ketchup on her fingers. "He's always looked out for me! He raised me on his own ever since I was three years old. I was hoping I would see him again in Soul Society, but there were just too many souls there. I did look, though!"
So, she had just been out and about in the neighbourhood-- well, okay, perhaps not out and about as such. Pretty much the only times she ventured out of the warehouse was when she was out of literature to read, or to pick up an order on a new volume; and she was on her way back to their home (if you could even call it that) from doing just that. The weather was cold so therefore her pace was brisk, a scowl on her face as she stuffed her hands into the pockets of the coat that she was wearing. The coat itself had once belonged to a female student at Karakura Highschool, but had accidentally left it behind at a bookstore Lisa had just /happened/ to be at. Whilst it was probably a nuisance for the girl, she had taken no time in permanently borrowing it and considering the temperature right now she was glad she had.
Not paying much attention to the pedestrian traffic on the sidewalk and occasionally bumping into people who failed to get out of her way, Lisa would've been completely happy just to keep her eyes ahead of her and just walk back home-- but as she passed some sort of eatery, she had the most uncanny feeling that she had caught a glimpse of someone familiar inside. Stopping still in the middle of the sidewalk and earning a few more unsavory glares, she paused only for a moment before wandering over and peering in the window.
Just barely stifling a smile as he finished crossing the street, Love took his soda bottle from the inside of the tan suede blazer he wore today and unscrewed the top. Naturally, unbeknowst to the cops he just met on the other side of the street, the black soda inside had already been slightly mixed with sake and Love had been enjoying the mix all day--not getting drunk, but simply enjoying the mix as he relaxed at different spots around town. After crossing, his head turned to the right towards a restaurant, immediatley noticing the very hard to miss young woman in a schoolgirl's uniform with her face pressed against the glass of the restaurant's window. All Love could possibly do was sigh and shake his head, as this was no surprise to him; nothing Lisa ever did could surprise him at this point. Popping his headphones from his ears and pocketing them, he strolls to Lisa's left, and turns around with his back against the glass. "Y'know, you can always just go eat there," he says calmly.
It's a beautiful day for a Southern-style chicken sandwich, isn't it? Though he'd never admit it, Uryuu has developed a fondness for the plain chicken-and-pickle sandwich since McDonald's introduced it. Do they know they're totally ripping off Chik-Fil-A? Or perhaps more importantly, does Chik-Fil-A know they're being totally ripped off? Neither question particularly matters to Ishida, seeing as how there is no Chik-Fil-A in Karakura and the nearest one is roughly a thirty minute drive; forty by bus. So if McDonald's ripped off the concept, better for the folks in Karakura!
It is with the thought of a juicy piece of breaded chicken with those two tangy little pickle slices on a delightful, buttered bun that has Ishida practically skipping through the doors of - what do you know! - the same McDonald's that Orihime and Kensei are currently enjoying...or tolerating in Kensei's case.
On his way to the counter, he spots the uncommon color of Orihime's hair out of the corner of his eye and can't help but look. He takes note of Inoue with pleasant surprise but upon noticing that her companion is male and no one he knows, Uryuu's smile drops off his face. And look at all those piercings! He's clearly a threat. Before he can be noticed, Ishida dives behind a planter, getting a weird look from the cashier whom he tries to wave off and finally just gives her the international sign for 'don't say anything!' In this way, the Quincy inches across the floor of questionable cleanliness to within earshot of Orihime and her 'date.'
Orihime's positive outlook is also something to marvel at, though that's not to say Kensei is the overly negative type. He doesn't like to see people get down so in response to that idea he can only agree. "Sure, sounds great." Both hands unwrap the burger and as he turns it over to take a bite he pauses for a moment and then looks slowly to the side, only to see Lisa's faced through the glass staring at them. "What the hell is she doing..." Muttered to himself. She looks like a homeless runaway or something. And then he sees the notable hairstyle of Love and figures things are just going to get even stranger.
Uryuu goes completely unnoticed as Kensei has other things on his mind. "Just ignore 'em." If Orihime can do that but it might be impossible. What were they talking about? Oh right, cooking! "Next time you come over I'll show you a few of those recipes." Maybe he'll even let Orihime do the cooking for the vizards one night!
Ignore who? Ignore what? Orihime's gaze follows Kensei's as she cranes her neck slightly for a better look. Oh! Another of the Vizard! Orihime never really got to talk to that one. It was Yadomaru, wasn't it? She's pretty sure that's what they'd called her... Either way, Orihime doesn't follow Kensei's advice, waving at the window cheerily. Isn't she cold out there?
"Really? That would be great! The sandwiches were delicious, by the way." She has yet to sample any real cooking, but she can't begin to fathom all the exotic ingredients that a Vizard must use in the preparation of their meals. So exciting! "We can BOTH cook, and combine our recipes into one!" Like Voltron!
The unexpected sound of the familiar voice so close to her made Lisa jump, her plaits bouncing slightly from her shoulders as she did so. She had been so thoroughly absorbed in watching who she could now make out as none other than Kensei eating with /that girl/, that the last thing she would've expected was Love's voice. Her scowl quickly returning as she turned her head to glare at the living fashion faux-pas lounging on the glass next to her, she was no doubt unhappy with the sarcastic comment.
"I ain't hungry, you idiot," She hissed, fixing Love with a 'don't-ever-do-that-again-or-I'll-surely-dismember-you' look for as long as possible before her curiosity got the better of her and she was forced to return her gaze to Kensei and his woman. "I'm just doin' a little... reconnaissance." Focusing back on the matter at hand, Lisa now saw that Kensei's woman was waving. At her. Well, that was an invitation inside if she ever saw one- and she wasn't about to turn down the perfect opportunity to annoy the other Vizard. Plastering a sugary-sweet grin on her face and waving back, she turned towards the entrance and pulled the door open before grabbing the sleeve of Love's coat as an afterthought and dragging him in with her. If anyone was good at annoying people, it was him.
As Lisa's face pressed in against the glass, and she responded to his remark in kind, Love somewhat ignored it as he took another sip of his cola-sake mix, and wasn't even looking at her behind his shade-covered eyes to see the look upon her face, but he didn't need to see her to know it was there. It was there every time he borrowed a volume without asking, or said he didn't know where one of Lisa's volume's were only for her to find it hidden in his floorboard minutes later. He did finally look over to see Lisa waving to someone inside and turned around to look inside him, though before he could Lisa had already grabbed the sleeve of his coat, pulling him. "What the hell..." As they reached the inside of the establishment, Love saw what the fuss was all about as he noticed Kensei and that orange-haired girl from the high school sitting together. Of all things Love could've told Lisa in response, already knowing what was on her mind, only one came to his mind. "They serve shrimp here?"
Anyone with a forgiving, open mind would hear the casual, friendly discourse between girl and vizard and relax, realizing the lack of threat. Unfortunately, Uryuu isn't exactly the most immediately forgiving person, and as a Quincy he suffers from a rather closed mind pretty much all the time. He hears the words 'next time you come over' and a panic sets in. ('She's been to his /house/?! This has to be Kurosaki's fault.') Of course, that must be the explanation. That pierced, ex-convict looking guy must be a friend of Ichigo's. He has such shady friends anyway. Well, except for himself, Inoue, and Chad, of course. But the point remains: It must be Kurosaki's fault that Inoue is having such a calm conversation with a person who looks like he's probably packing heat! Something must be done about this, for Inoue's sake!
But before he can come up with a plan to get Orihime out of there without alerting America's Most Wanted over there, two more people approach. A girl who looks a bit too old to be wearing a seifuku, and a very large dude with an interesting afro. Ishida calculates the odds of his being able to take on the ex-con and the afro dude at the same time and finds the odds not being in his favor. Well then, there's only one other thing to do!
With the confusion of the arrival of Lisa and Love, Ishida suddenly stands from his position behind the large, cheap planter across the aisle from their booth. "Inoue-san!" But he forgets about the small tree inside the planter, which is now decorating his head with a faceful of leaves. Sputtering, he shoves the plant aside and tries again. "Inoue-san! Don't worry, I'll protect you! Come over here, quickly!"
Oh good, they're coming in! They can all enjoy McDonald's together, just like those commercials! And then Ronald McDonald will cartwheel by, and everyone will laugh as a rainbow arcs through the restaurant.
Perhaps Grimace will fall on someone's head for extra awesome.
However, there is no Ronald McDonald, there is only Uryuu. Orihime looks back, her cheeks puffed after taking a big bite of her burger. Wha...? She chews quickly, blinking, then opens up her senses. Vizard, Vizard, Quincy, Vizard. Is there some sort of earthly threat?
Forcing herself to swallow a bite too big, Orihime wipes off her hands on a napkin and starts to rise.
And choke.
Oh great, they're coming in here. Kensei sinks into his seat a little and slurps his root beer through the straw of his cup. Suddenly he's losing his appetite. His eyes look up toward Love and Lisa and he can only blink. "This is a fast food restaurant." They don't serve shrimp here! Maybe a battered cover filet of fish but not shrimp. "You need to get out more." The cup is set down with a sigh and one hand brushes over his short silver hair. "You guys just gonna stand there or..?"
The sound and the movement from across the table manages to catch Kensei's attention. When he sees Orihime standing there with that look on her face it can only mean one thing. "Shit." The vizards slides out of his seat quickly and steps behind the orange haired girl, then puts both arms around her, settles his hands under her bust, grasps one hand with the other and thrusts them upward toward himself. Firmly but he doesn't want to hurt the girl either. Don't look, children! And he's not assaulting her either so stop thinking weird things! "Spit it out, Orihime!" This is all that talking plant's fault!
Ignoring the comment about the shrimp-- which was asburd, McDonalds was only intrested in slaughtering cows and the occasional chicken, anyway-- Lisa opened her mouth and was about to say something when a new voice entered the conversation behind them. Turning only to see a spectacled teen cough out a few bits of foliage, the sight occured to Lisa as being a little odd, but she gave it no heed. Giving the boy a quizzical look before turning back to the rather... interesting situation, her eyes widened a fraction from behind her glasses as she took in the sight of Kensei manhandling his woman.
"Sheesh, Kensei! Y'all have to wait for the second date before you can go 'round grabbin' her like that!" It didn't really occur to her that Orihime was choking. After all, when people got grabbed this way in her novels, it was never because the man wanted to dislodge a rogue piece of burger in the other's throat.
Love didn't bother eating at McDonalds...he really didn't know much about it to that effect because he was no fast food fan. Shit's too greasy, and the people that frequent these places can be kinda--odd. What happens next completely proves this point of view as from Love's position, he spots a nerdy looking kid squatting behind a plant, calling out to the woman Kensei sits with. Love's right eyebrow raises in bemusement, and he turns towards the orange-haired girl to see how she'll respond...and the second he does, he notices she's choking, with Kensei quickly moving behind her and attempting the Heimlich. Unable to deal with much more of this madness, Love points to the jailbait's friend, the nerdy kid behind the plant. "You. C'mon out." Still pointing at Uryuu, he turns to Lisa. "Bad enough you creepin' around, now even nerds are doin' it."
Why that lousy rotten...! If Inoue chokes, it should be Uryuu who performs the Heimlich on her! Didn't he just declare that he would save her? This definitely applies! Especially since Kensei is putting pressure on the wrong area. Ignoring Love's demand and yet obeying it at the same time, Ishida practically shoves the planter aside and crosses the aisle in one long stride. "You get away from her, you're doing it all wrong; you'll only bruise her ribs that way." In a bold move, he attempts to remove Kensei's person from Orihime. Granted, the Quincy is smaller than the silver-haired vizard, but there may be a lot to be said for sudden adrenaline. Should he manage to convince Kensei to back off, one way or another, the nerdy teen will proceed to put his arms around Inoue as Kensei did, but place his fist lower, just beneath her ribcage, positioning it at an angle so that when he pushes his fisted hand up, it will force her entire diaphragm upward, forcing the air from her lungs in a quick expellation. "That's how the Heimlich is done."
Of course, if he fails to budge Kensei, all he'll be able to do is stand there and shout at him about how wrong he is while poor Inoue continues to lack oxygen. He'll get through to him eventually...probably.
Kensei looks up from what he's doing in order to shout at Lisa. "She's choking!" Just what does Lisa think he's doing to Orihime in a public place! He's trying to save her life! His actions don't pause but mentally there is a stumble. "SECOND date?!" It's okay to manhandle a girl on a second date?? What kind of guy does she think he is! And what kind of guys does she date anyway! When the kid finally gets himself untangled from the plant and demands to take over, Kensei releases Orihime and steps aside. "Be my guest."
Jumping out of a planter might not be the hero's entrance Ishida was looking for but Orihime probably won't mind at this point. Once Orihime does spit her food out Kensei just shakes his head. "Thanks anyway, Orihime. Next time I'll buy." He's not so cheap as to make her pay every time, but as the vizard does claim is soda it looks like he's not planning on staying in a Mcdonald's as weird as this one.
This isn't the first time Orihime's choked on her food, and it probably won't be the last. Lucky thing there are people around to help (though she's used a chair when on her own). The half-chewed burger bits soar across the restaurant, smacking into the Ronald McDonald statue's smiling face with a solid *SPACK*! And still the clown goes :D while waving at the restaurant patrons.
Orihime slumps in Uryuu's arms, coughing as she fights to regain her breath. Phew... "Thanks Kensei-san, Ishida-kun. I thought there was a suicide bomber..." Since that was the first threat to come to mind which wasn't spiritual in nature. Not technically. "Sorry...! I guess it was a bit of a fiasco, wasn't it? Eh heh heh!"
Love watches the activity before him--and his jaw nearly drops completely. "If fast food restaurants were this interesting...I'd probably actually go to them more," he says to Lisa. Moving past her and the two teenagers, he walks over to the counter with his soda bottle in hand and nods to the cashier. "Refill this...though not too much. Still some sake in there." He glances over to the teenagers, then shrugs towards the cashier. "Can you get me a cup of water for the girl, too?"
Admist all this madness, seemingly none of which seemed to bother her, and completely ignoring Kensei's indignant cries, Lisa watched Love walk over to the counter and frowned. Striding over to him, she grabbed his soda bottle and glared. "Y'know you ain't allowed to drink in here?" She asked, her voice a little louder than it was supposed to be. Then again, that was probably the intention. "This is a /family/. /Establishment./ And I ain't talkin' about the kind of family establishment we run, either."
Holding the bottle out of arm's reach, she turned to the cashier and looked at him, turning completely dead-pan. "Sorry 'bout him. We'll take you up on that water, though. And y'all might want to clean up that statue over there, I think the kids have noticed he's covered in food."
With the 'danger' that is Kensei having wandered out once Inoue is assured to continue living, Uryuu begins to relax and start acting like his normal, less neurotic self again. It's only now that he relizes that Orihime is still in his arms. Not only that, but attesting that her brush with demise was his own fault! The blush on his face is there for quite a few reasons as he attempts to stutter out, "Inoue-san...I'm so very sorry for...startling you."
Carefully, he eases her back into her seat. The look he gives her is reminiscent of a puppy who just got caught making a mess on the carpet. Glancing at the brewing argument at the counter, Ishida decides it's a good time to cut his losses and run. "I'll uh...see you later, Inoue-san...and," leaning down to whisper, he adds furtively, "Don't drink anything those two give you. Just in case." Given Orihime's natural state, Ishida can't even begin to imagine what a drunk Inoue would be like. Whatever it is, he's fairly sure he never wants to see it.
With that last bit of warning protection imparted, the Quincy quickly shoves his glasses further up the bridge of his nose in embarrassment and heads for the door. Delicious chicken sandwich will have to wait on this day. That pierced vizard shall pay for this! PAY!
Orihime blinks up at Uryuu, her brow creased. Ah...? She rubs her throat absently, wondering why on earth he would...
Oh. Oh, that's right. He doesn't know that their classmate Shinji is a Vizard. It's entirely likely that he doesn't even know what a Vizard is! She opens her mouth to explain, but he's already rushing for the door. She forgot just how quick a Quincy can be, even without his powers!
"Ishida-kun, wait up!" she smiles, grabbing her fries from the tray. They can discuss Vizards while hardening their arteries! She does pause, however, to bow politely at Lisa and Love. She doesn't know Love's last name however... Oh well. "Yadomaru-san. Love-san. It's nice to see you around town! Sorry I can't stay, but the milkshakes are really good if you would like a recommendation!" And with that, she's rushing for the door, waving at them as she goes.
"Lisa!" Love almost shouts out, but remembers he's in public and to maintain a certain decorum. However, Lisa has done one of the few things that will break Love's cool or any man's for that matter--stealing the drink! He reaches for his bottle of coke-sake mix, grabbing it back and consuming what's left of it quickly before Lisa can snatch it back. After wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his coat, and tosses it into the trash. "Yeah, I found a password to this sweet internet site. You stop actin' up or I'm not sharing it." He takes the cup of water, and walks over to Orihime. "Here, sorry if we startled you earlier." He straightens his shades back on his eyes, and nods towards Lisa. "White Swallow Happy Hour, 500 yen cups of Soju. Down?"