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Who: Ichigo, Kakashi, Matsumoto (Nel, too? Since she lives in the same house and all :O!)
When: Tonightish
Where: Ichigo's house
Rating: ...I have no idea.
Warnings: Drinking D:
Summary: Ichigo, Kakashi, and Matsumoto drink together because the guys are stressed out. :(
Ichigo sat on a brittle, wooden stool in the living room, his feet propped up on a hand-made coffee table. As he waited for Kakashi and Rangiku to arrive, he examined the cat-piss smelling cloak in his hands. There were small bits off rabbit-like poop scattered across it, making Ichigo wrinkle his nose in disgust. He tossed it onto the floor, staring at it for a moment before getting up from his seat and picked it up. Rukia was right, why the hell did he keep this thing?
Ichigo rolled the cloak into a ball, some rabbit poop falling from the material, to the ground. He opened up the window nearest to him and threw it as far as he could, outside. The gust of cold air brushed against the skin of his hands and face, goose-bumps covering his bare arms. He immediately shut the window, the hairs on the back of his neck already stood on end. With a heavy sigh, he sat right back down on his brittle, wooden chair and gazed at the crappy furniture before him. They weren't the best sofa and couch but he had to make do with what he could find in the vacant houses near by.
For a moment, Ichigo let his mind slip and thought about Rukia, something that he has tried to avoid, which was hard since he kept seeing posts directed at her left and right. When he thought about her, he felt sad but that sadness would turn into frustration and anger. He still didn't understand why she had overreacted like that, and he didn't know whether or not he should apologize. Apologizing would mean defeat, and Ichigo didn't want to admit defeat. At least, not yet. He wanted her to apologize at least for being so melodramatic, but was waiting worth the danger of him leaving her alone? He knew Rangiku and Kira would be with her to make sure she was safe, but with Aizen's threats and Gin's suspicious behavior, it made Ichigo a little uneasy.
He wanted to talk to her. He wondered how she was coping, and he wondered if she was thinking about him and Nel, too. The whole situation was just stupid. Not only did it affect him and Rukia, but Nel, too, and everyone around him. It wasn't fair. Those stupid Chappy's. Ichigo knew they'd cause trouble but they made her happy, and her being happy was better than her being sad about her other Chappy's death.
He was stupid. And insensitive.
A nibble at his feet cause him to lose his train of thought. Ichigo glanced down and spotted a tiny, fur-ball creature at his feet. One of the Chappy's Rukia had left behind for him. His gift for her.
"Shoo," he scolded, gently nudging it away with his foot.
Ichigo suddenly remembered about his guests and became nervous a bit. This would be his first time drinking and he hoped he wouldn't mess it up too much. He had been always curious about how it tasted (and how it affected the body).
When: Tonightish
Where: Ichigo's house
Rating: ...I have no idea.
Warnings: Drinking D:
Summary: Ichigo, Kakashi, and Matsumoto drink together because the guys are stressed out. :(
Ichigo sat on a brittle, wooden stool in the living room, his feet propped up on a hand-made coffee table. As he waited for Kakashi and Rangiku to arrive, he examined the cat-piss smelling cloak in his hands. There were small bits off rabbit-like poop scattered across it, making Ichigo wrinkle his nose in disgust. He tossed it onto the floor, staring at it for a moment before getting up from his seat and picked it up. Rukia was right, why the hell did he keep this thing?
Ichigo rolled the cloak into a ball, some rabbit poop falling from the material, to the ground. He opened up the window nearest to him and threw it as far as he could, outside. The gust of cold air brushed against the skin of his hands and face, goose-bumps covering his bare arms. He immediately shut the window, the hairs on the back of his neck already stood on end. With a heavy sigh, he sat right back down on his brittle, wooden chair and gazed at the crappy furniture before him. They weren't the best sofa and couch but he had to make do with what he could find in the vacant houses near by.
For a moment, Ichigo let his mind slip and thought about Rukia, something that he has tried to avoid, which was hard since he kept seeing posts directed at her left and right. When he thought about her, he felt sad but that sadness would turn into frustration and anger. He still didn't understand why she had overreacted like that, and he didn't know whether or not he should apologize. Apologizing would mean defeat, and Ichigo didn't want to admit defeat. At least, not yet. He wanted her to apologize at least for being so melodramatic, but was waiting worth the danger of him leaving her alone? He knew Rangiku and Kira would be with her to make sure she was safe, but with Aizen's threats and Gin's suspicious behavior, it made Ichigo a little uneasy.
He wanted to talk to her. He wondered how she was coping, and he wondered if she was thinking about him and Nel, too. The whole situation was just stupid. Not only did it affect him and Rukia, but Nel, too, and everyone around him. It wasn't fair. Those stupid Chappy's. Ichigo knew they'd cause trouble but they made her happy, and her being happy was better than her being sad about her other Chappy's death.
He was stupid. And insensitive.
A nibble at his feet cause him to lose his train of thought. Ichigo glanced down and spotted a tiny, fur-ball creature at his feet. One of the Chappy's Rukia had left behind for him. His gift for her.
"Shoo," he scolded, gently nudging it away with his foot.
Ichigo suddenly remembered about his guests and became nervous a bit. This would be his first time drinking and he hoped he wouldn't mess it up too much. He had been always curious about how it tasted (and how it affected the body).