[Log] THANK ME! (Complete)
"HEY!" Ikkaku squinted at the closed door as he struggled to remember what her name was. "...CRAZY WOMAN. THANK ME NOW!" He knocked on her door sharply.
Nanao looked up from her computer, mouth agape. He wasn't serious! She pushed her chair away from her desk and hurried over to the door, locking it. The nerve of the man! Was he insane? And had he forgotten her name already?"....you don't know my name?" she shrieked from behind the door.
Ikkaku cringed at the fact that he forgot her name so soon. He didn't want to give her more things to laud over him so he kept on barreling on with the reason why he was there. "...THANK ME NOW!"
His silence on the name issue confirmed her suspicions. Imbecile. And did he have a one-track mind or what? "…We've been emailing for days! I can't believe you forgot my name!"
He rattled the doorknob for a second before continuing to pound on her door. "SO WHAT! SUE ME! NOW OPEN THE DOOR! YOU AND YOUR CRAPPY ASS MANNERS!"
Like, hell she would. "Oh believe me, I'm tempted," she snarled back. 'Crappy ass manners'? She? Ha!. "And look who's talking!"
His eyes narrowed and unable to restrain his anger any more he punched the door. The door made a satisfying groan. "BITCH!"
...he did not just...he...UGH! "YOU DID NOT JUST CALL ME THAT, YOU...YOU...HAIRLESS RAT!" She gave the door a kick of her own and immediately regretted it. Ow. She braced one hand against the door and lifted her injured foot, rubbing at her toe.
He pressed himself against the door as if the closer he was, the higher the possibility that he could just phase through the door and get to her. He continued to rattle the doorknob incessantly. "BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!" He shouted in retaliation.
She thumped the door with the heel of her hand. "SECOND RATE VIN DIESEL KNOCK-OFF!" She snuck a glance at Kyouraku-san's door. Hopefully he was drunk...or asleep...or both, so he wouldn't have to see this undignified display.
Ikkaku turned red. She had committed the highest offense. She must be punished! His resolve was cemented now so with an indistinguishable howl of frustration Ikkaku planted himself in front of her door. "I AM GONNA STAY HERE UNTIL YOU SAY THANK YOU. YOU GOTTA COME OUT SOMETIME!" He was sitting Indian-style, facing the door with his arms crossed gravely across his chest. His scowl deepened when he couldn't think of anyone dumb, stupid, EVIL, or mean who wore glasses to insult her with. "...FOUR-EYED CRAZY BITCH!" He insulted finally. He was never creative with his insults unfortunately.
"I BET YOU'RE BLIND AS A BAT!" He added, hoping to incense her further and maybe get her angry enough to get out of her stupid office or something.
It was so stupid but Nanao couldn't help but be offended. So what if her eyesight was terrible? "WELL I.....I...." she struggled to come up with an appropriately snarky response, but kept blanking. "YOU'RE BALD!" she yelled, finally. It appeared he was sensitive about that and even if it wasn't very creative, she was sure it'd do the job.
"I SHAVE! YOU FRUIT OBSESSED BROAD!"
Would he ever stop with the fruit comments? "I AM NOT OBSESSED WITH FRUIT! THE BLACKBERRY IS A VITAL PIECE OF TECHNOLOGY, YOU....YOU...PHILISTINE! VACATE THE ENTRANCE TO MY OFFICE! I KNOW PEOPLE WHO KNOW PEOPLE!" Her hands itched with the urge to look up some of these "people" in the Blackberry he'd so thoughtfully returned to her, but she wasn't sure it was worth the effort. Hopefully he'd go away on his own.
"WHAT THE FUCK." He had no idea what the fuck a philistine meant but he sure as hell took offense to that! He came up with another brilliant and totally not an immature insult of course. "BATSHIT CRAZY BLIND BAT!" He doubted she could get him to lose his job or had the guts to send the "people she knows who knows people" after him. He was in the right here anyway because he did something for her that wasn't even his responsibility. He did her a favor and she couldn't even thank him properly! Who could fault him for going after what he deserved?
"I AIN'T LEAVING!"
"DON'T MAKE ME CALL YOUR SUPERVISOR!" She'd heard stories about the man. Maybe he'd listen to Zaraki. if not her.
"GO AHEAD. DO IT." Ikkaku knew that Zaraki wouldn't care.
"FINE!" She pulled out her Blackberry, since she didn't feel like marching over to her desk to use the office phone, and scrolled through her contacts. She waited impatiently, tapping her foot, while it rang. But apparently Zaraki was either out or occupied, because instead, his daughter picked up. What had Madarame called her? Yachiru? She smirked. This could be useful. "Well, hello there Yachiru-chan. This is Ise-san, Kyouraku-san's secretary. I was just calling to tell you that your friend Madarame-san is sitting outside my office and he appears to be very upset. I think he needs someone to play with him and cheer him up, don't you agree?" She made sure to say the last sentence as loud as she could so that he could hear her.
Ikkaku immediately paled. Not. Yachiru. He panicked and kicked the door with great force. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW! AND THANK ME!" He banged on the door to hide the quiver of his voice. He did not want to play with Yachiru any more this week! He had maxed out on safe exposure to the little tyke for the week already.
He had to get her to stop talking to Yachiru or else the brat would really come by. "DO IT. OR I'LL MAKE YACHIRU PLAY WITH YOU TOO!" He shouted in desperation.
"...." That was not part of the plan. Nanao froze, not even hearing Yachiru's cheerful babble on the other end of the phone. What to do? What to do? She couldn't give in and let him win! But she didn't have the time or patience to put up with a small child. And there was work to do! The silence thickened as she struggled over her dilemma.
He fell silent. He was anticipating her next course of action anxiously, twitching slightly as he prepared to run if she didn't make the better and safer choice.
She decided. Oh, dammit all. "On second thought Yachiru-chan, I hear Kuchiki Byakuya is feeling a bit lonely right now. Oktalktoyoulaterbye." She pressed the 'end call' button and re-holstered the Blackberry grimly. Hopefully, Kuchiki-san wouldn't be too upset with her for throwing him under the bus like that.
Ikkaku's body slumped over with relief before straightening once again to knock loudly on the door in reminder of why he was there in the first place.
She steeled herself in preparation, like a prisoner about to face the firing squad. ".....fine!" she gritted out, fists clenching. "I appreciate your efforts on behalf of my Blackberry. Satisfied?" Now would he go away?
Her 'thank you' had came as a surprise because he had already gotten ready to insult her. Ikkaku blinked. "..." He did it! He got her to say thank you to him. "Alright then." Ikkaku said uncertainly, unsure as to how to proceed until he remembered that he was talking to her damn door! What the hell. Who thanked people through a door? Madarame Ikkaku could not accept this!
"NOW YOU JUST GOTTA SAY IT TO MY DAMN FACE."
Nanao resisted the urge to scream. Would he never be satisfied? "....I REFUSE! ONCE IS ENOUGH!" And just the once had nearly killed her. Vaguely, she wondered if she could call Security on another Security guard.
"AND YOU SAY I HAVE SHITTY MANNERS. WHO THE HELL THANKS SOMEONE FROM BEHIND A FUCKING DOOR?!"
"I AM BEING SENSIBLE! WHO WOULD OPEN THE DOOR FOR SOME RAVING BALD LUNATIC?"
"THE RAVING LUNATIC IS ONLY THAT WAY CAUSE YOU'RE BEING A STUBBORN BITCH!"
"YOU FORGOT THE BALD PART!"
"SHUTUP!" He snarled, punctuating his shout with another punch.
She wanted to tear her hair out. Or cry. Or both. She couldn't deal with this! Not when she had so much work to do! "I CANNOT WORK LIKE THIS!" she shrieked, slamming her hands against the door. "JUST LEAVE! WHAT DOES IT MATTER WHETHER I SAY IT TO YOUR FACE OR NOT?"
He slammed his hands onto the door in reply. "GEE. I DUNNO. IT'S FUCKING PROPER THAT'S WHAT MATTERS."
Infuriating...insufferable...incorrigible bastard. Why did he have to be right? Dammit, she was going to have to do it eventually.
"....You aren't going to attack me if I open this door, will you?" she asked, stalling. "Because I feel I should warn you that I have pepper spray." She glanced quickly at her chair, where her purse was hanging.
He gaped at the door. "WHAT. NO. I just want a proper thanks!" Where was she getting the idea that he was going to attack her? So he'd been banging on the door and yelling at her for the past ten minutes...but that didn't mean he was going to attack her.
"WELL, FINE! I WAS JUST MAKING SURE! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOU'RE NOT A SERIAL KILLER OR SOMETHING?" He appeared to be a violent fellow. She was perfectly justified in her reasoning! She glanced at her purse again.
She was being unbearably annoying taking her sweet time. Ikkaku banged his forehead on her door this time in frustration. "WHAT THE FUCK. DO I LOOK LIKE A SERIAL KILLER?!"
"...maybe," she replied, continuing to stall. "You never know!"
"Just get your ass out here already!"
"....fine!" she retorted, bristling. "And don't hold it against me if I bring my pepper spray with me."
"GET OUT HERE." He groaned impatiently, glaring at the door like it was her standing in front of him.
She glared back at the door, muttering insults under her breath. Spinning on her heel, she marched back to her chair and rummaged through her purse, looking for her pepper spray (just as a precaution). Once she found it, she pocketed it and returned to her place in front of the door. She took a deep breath to collect herself before unlocking and opening it.
He nearly fell into her office when she swung open the door and took away the thing he was leaning on. He caught himself (gracefully of course), straightened, and then took a step back for her to step out. It was strange to be face to face to her after shouting at a door for twenty minutes but Ikkaku couldn't help but feel triumphant. She was going to properly thank him, despite taking her sweet damn time. He scowled deeply at her.
She looked back at him warily, hand still on the doorknob, and refused to budge from her position. Like hell she was stepping out of the safety of her office.
"Well?" He grounded out when a beat passed.
She gave him a dirty look before clearing her throat and drawing herself up to her full height, attempting to look as dignified as possible. "I.....appreciate your efforts on...behalf of my Blackberry," she recited, stiffly. She frowned at him. "There! Are you happy now?"
Ikkaku looked incredibly satisfied, having accomplished his goal. "Yeah. Alright then." After all that fuss that he--they-- caused it just seemed really anti-climatic for him to just walk away now but he didn't have anything else to say. So Ikkaku stood there awkwardly for a second, just staring at her before he turned to leave. "Okay. Bye."
She blinked. "What?" That was it? Hold on a minute!
She took a step forward, leaning out into the corridor, hands clutching the door jamb. "HEY!" she yelled at his retreating back. "WHAT ABOUT MY THANK YOU?"
He whipped around and scrunched up his face at her. She had the nerve to tell him he owed her a 'thank you'? Hell no! "For what?! MOCKING ME?"
She rocked back on her heels and crossed her arms, scowling. "For telling you how to beat Minesweeper, you imbecile!" Any mocking that was included was completely justified in her opinion.
A strangled noise escaped from Ikkaku's throat as he stomped back over to her and leaned down into her face to shout, "IN THE MOST INSULTING WAY. HELL NO YOU DON'T GET A THANK YOU." S-she she...GAH! He couldn't even form the right words together to describe how annoyed and infuriated this woman made him.
She gaped at him, scandalized. How dare he?! "WHY YOU....UGH! I TAKE BACK MY THANK YOU! I DIDN'T APPRECIATE YOUR EFFORTS AT ALL!" She punctuated this with a jab to his shoulder. "AND JUST FOR THAT, I'M NOT TELLING YOU THE EASY WAY TO FIND ALL THE MINES!" She squelched the urge to stick out her tongue at him.
He inhaled sharply. "YOU CAN'T," His hands rose up to his face in pantomime of wanting to grab her before he curled up his hands and forced them back to his sides. "YOU CAN'T TAKE BACK YOUR THANK YOU."
Her hand dove into her pocket, clutching her pepper spray when he raised his hands to her. Her grip loosened when he put them down again, eyes glimmering in something like triumph. He couldn't hurt her. She lifted her chin haughtily. "I just did!" she shot back, snidely.
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT." He snarled. He was unconsciously inching closer to her trying to intimidate her any way he can.
Nanao was unimpressed. She arched an eyebrow at him as if to say, 'Seriously?'. "Well, apparently, I can." As far as she was concerned, he was all brawn and no brains.
"NO YOU CAN'T."
She scowled. She was so done with this. There was work to do! "I am not getting into another argument with you. I am not grateful and that's that! And now you'll never know the secret Minesweeper technique. Your loss!"
"I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP! I HOPE YOU LOSE YOUR FUCKING STRAWBERRY AGAIN AND NEVER FIND IT." He shoved an angry finger into her face. He could hardly make sense of what he was thinking.
"BLACKBERRY!" she hissed, smacking his hand away. "AND FINE! NOW GO AWAY!" With that, she stepped back and slammed the door in his face.
He was standing over the doorway so when she slammed the door she succeeded in slamming him in the forehead with it. Ikkaku's eyes crossed from the shock and pain. As soon as his eyes uncrossed and he could see what was in front of him, he gave a final kick and three punches to the already beaten door. "I AM GONNA MAKE YOU THANK ME AGAIN. PROPERLY. JUST WAIT...AND I'M GOING TO BEAT YOUR STUPID SCORE."
He turned sharply and headed toward the elevator, not wanting to chance the stairs, considering the way he was swerving down the "middle" of the hall.
He touched his forehead gingerly. Bitch.
Nanao looked up from her computer, mouth agape. He wasn't serious! She pushed her chair away from her desk and hurried over to the door, locking it. The nerve of the man! Was he insane? And had he forgotten her name already?"....you don't know my name?" she shrieked from behind the door.
Ikkaku cringed at the fact that he forgot her name so soon. He didn't want to give her more things to laud over him so he kept on barreling on with the reason why he was there. "...THANK ME NOW!"
His silence on the name issue confirmed her suspicions. Imbecile. And did he have a one-track mind or what? "…We've been emailing for days! I can't believe you forgot my name!"
He rattled the doorknob for a second before continuing to pound on her door. "SO WHAT! SUE ME! NOW OPEN THE DOOR! YOU AND YOUR CRAPPY ASS MANNERS!"
Like, hell she would. "Oh believe me, I'm tempted," she snarled back. 'Crappy ass manners'? She? Ha!. "And look who's talking!"
His eyes narrowed and unable to restrain his anger any more he punched the door. The door made a satisfying groan. "BITCH!"
...he did not just...he...UGH! "YOU DID NOT JUST CALL ME THAT, YOU...YOU...HAIRLESS RAT!" She gave the door a kick of her own and immediately regretted it. Ow. She braced one hand against the door and lifted her injured foot, rubbing at her toe.
He pressed himself against the door as if the closer he was, the higher the possibility that he could just phase through the door and get to her. He continued to rattle the doorknob incessantly. "BITCH! BITCH! BITCH!" He shouted in retaliation.
She thumped the door with the heel of her hand. "SECOND RATE VIN DIESEL KNOCK-OFF!" She snuck a glance at Kyouraku-san's door. Hopefully he was drunk...or asleep...or both, so he wouldn't have to see this undignified display.
Ikkaku turned red. She had committed the highest offense. She must be punished! His resolve was cemented now so with an indistinguishable howl of frustration Ikkaku planted himself in front of her door. "I AM GONNA STAY HERE UNTIL YOU SAY THANK YOU. YOU GOTTA COME OUT SOMETIME!" He was sitting Indian-style, facing the door with his arms crossed gravely across his chest. His scowl deepened when he couldn't think of anyone dumb, stupid, EVIL, or mean who wore glasses to insult her with. "...FOUR-EYED CRAZY BITCH!" He insulted finally. He was never creative with his insults unfortunately.
"I BET YOU'RE BLIND AS A BAT!" He added, hoping to incense her further and maybe get her angry enough to get out of her stupid office or something.
It was so stupid but Nanao couldn't help but be offended. So what if her eyesight was terrible? "WELL I.....I...." she struggled to come up with an appropriately snarky response, but kept blanking. "YOU'RE BALD!" she yelled, finally. It appeared he was sensitive about that and even if it wasn't very creative, she was sure it'd do the job.
"I SHAVE! YOU FRUIT OBSESSED BROAD!"
Would he ever stop with the fruit comments? "I AM NOT OBSESSED WITH FRUIT! THE BLACKBERRY IS A VITAL PIECE OF TECHNOLOGY, YOU....YOU...PHILISTINE! VACATE THE ENTRANCE TO MY OFFICE! I KNOW PEOPLE WHO KNOW PEOPLE!" Her hands itched with the urge to look up some of these "people" in the Blackberry he'd so thoughtfully returned to her, but she wasn't sure it was worth the effort. Hopefully he'd go away on his own.
"WHAT THE FUCK." He had no idea what the fuck a philistine meant but he sure as hell took offense to that! He came up with another brilliant and totally not an immature insult of course. "BATSHIT CRAZY BLIND BAT!" He doubted she could get him to lose his job or had the guts to send the "people she knows who knows people" after him. He was in the right here anyway because he did something for her that wasn't even his responsibility. He did her a favor and she couldn't even thank him properly! Who could fault him for going after what he deserved?
"I AIN'T LEAVING!"
"DON'T MAKE ME CALL YOUR SUPERVISOR!" She'd heard stories about the man. Maybe he'd listen to Zaraki. if not her.
"GO AHEAD. DO IT." Ikkaku knew that Zaraki wouldn't care.
"FINE!" She pulled out her Blackberry, since she didn't feel like marching over to her desk to use the office phone, and scrolled through her contacts. She waited impatiently, tapping her foot, while it rang. But apparently Zaraki was either out or occupied, because instead, his daughter picked up. What had Madarame called her? Yachiru? She smirked. This could be useful. "Well, hello there Yachiru-chan. This is Ise-san, Kyouraku-san's secretary. I was just calling to tell you that your friend Madarame-san is sitting outside my office and he appears to be very upset. I think he needs someone to play with him and cheer him up, don't you agree?" She made sure to say the last sentence as loud as she could so that he could hear her.
Ikkaku immediately paled. Not. Yachiru. He panicked and kicked the door with great force. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR RIGHT NOW! AND THANK ME!" He banged on the door to hide the quiver of his voice. He did not want to play with Yachiru any more this week! He had maxed out on safe exposure to the little tyke for the week already.
He had to get her to stop talking to Yachiru or else the brat would really come by. "DO IT. OR I'LL MAKE YACHIRU PLAY WITH YOU TOO!" He shouted in desperation.
"...." That was not part of the plan. Nanao froze, not even hearing Yachiru's cheerful babble on the other end of the phone. What to do? What to do? She couldn't give in and let him win! But she didn't have the time or patience to put up with a small child. And there was work to do! The silence thickened as she struggled over her dilemma.
He fell silent. He was anticipating her next course of action anxiously, twitching slightly as he prepared to run if she didn't make the better and safer choice.
She decided. Oh, dammit all. "On second thought Yachiru-chan, I hear Kuchiki Byakuya is feeling a bit lonely right now. Oktalktoyoulaterbye." She pressed the 'end call' button and re-holstered the Blackberry grimly. Hopefully, Kuchiki-san wouldn't be too upset with her for throwing him under the bus like that.
Ikkaku's body slumped over with relief before straightening once again to knock loudly on the door in reminder of why he was there in the first place.
She steeled herself in preparation, like a prisoner about to face the firing squad. ".....fine!" she gritted out, fists clenching. "I appreciate your efforts on behalf of my Blackberry. Satisfied?" Now would he go away?
Her 'thank you' had came as a surprise because he had already gotten ready to insult her. Ikkaku blinked. "..." He did it! He got her to say thank you to him. "Alright then." Ikkaku said uncertainly, unsure as to how to proceed until he remembered that he was talking to her damn door! What the hell. Who thanked people through a door? Madarame Ikkaku could not accept this!
"NOW YOU JUST GOTTA SAY IT TO MY DAMN FACE."
Nanao resisted the urge to scream. Would he never be satisfied? "....I REFUSE! ONCE IS ENOUGH!" And just the once had nearly killed her. Vaguely, she wondered if she could call Security on another Security guard.
"AND YOU SAY I HAVE SHITTY MANNERS. WHO THE HELL THANKS SOMEONE FROM BEHIND A FUCKING DOOR?!"
"I AM BEING SENSIBLE! WHO WOULD OPEN THE DOOR FOR SOME RAVING BALD LUNATIC?"
"THE RAVING LUNATIC IS ONLY THAT WAY CAUSE YOU'RE BEING A STUBBORN BITCH!"
"YOU FORGOT THE BALD PART!"
"SHUTUP!" He snarled, punctuating his shout with another punch.
She wanted to tear her hair out. Or cry. Or both. She couldn't deal with this! Not when she had so much work to do! "I CANNOT WORK LIKE THIS!" she shrieked, slamming her hands against the door. "JUST LEAVE! WHAT DOES IT MATTER WHETHER I SAY IT TO YOUR FACE OR NOT?"
He slammed his hands onto the door in reply. "GEE. I DUNNO. IT'S FUCKING PROPER THAT'S WHAT MATTERS."
Infuriating...insufferable...incorrigible bastard. Why did he have to be right? Dammit, she was going to have to do it eventually.
"....You aren't going to attack me if I open this door, will you?" she asked, stalling. "Because I feel I should warn you that I have pepper spray." She glanced quickly at her chair, where her purse was hanging.
He gaped at the door. "WHAT. NO. I just want a proper thanks!" Where was she getting the idea that he was going to attack her? So he'd been banging on the door and yelling at her for the past ten minutes...but that didn't mean he was going to attack her.
"WELL, FINE! I WAS JUST MAKING SURE! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT YOU'RE NOT A SERIAL KILLER OR SOMETHING?" He appeared to be a violent fellow. She was perfectly justified in her reasoning! She glanced at her purse again.
She was being unbearably annoying taking her sweet time. Ikkaku banged his forehead on her door this time in frustration. "WHAT THE FUCK. DO I LOOK LIKE A SERIAL KILLER?!"
"...maybe," she replied, continuing to stall. "You never know!"
"Just get your ass out here already!"
"....fine!" she retorted, bristling. "And don't hold it against me if I bring my pepper spray with me."
"GET OUT HERE." He groaned impatiently, glaring at the door like it was her standing in front of him.
She glared back at the door, muttering insults under her breath. Spinning on her heel, she marched back to her chair and rummaged through her purse, looking for her pepper spray (just as a precaution). Once she found it, she pocketed it and returned to her place in front of the door. She took a deep breath to collect herself before unlocking and opening it.
He nearly fell into her office when she swung open the door and took away the thing he was leaning on. He caught himself (gracefully of course), straightened, and then took a step back for her to step out. It was strange to be face to face to her after shouting at a door for twenty minutes but Ikkaku couldn't help but feel triumphant. She was going to properly thank him, despite taking her sweet damn time. He scowled deeply at her.
She looked back at him warily, hand still on the doorknob, and refused to budge from her position. Like hell she was stepping out of the safety of her office.
"Well?" He grounded out when a beat passed.
She gave him a dirty look before clearing her throat and drawing herself up to her full height, attempting to look as dignified as possible. "I.....appreciate your efforts on...behalf of my Blackberry," she recited, stiffly. She frowned at him. "There! Are you happy now?"
Ikkaku looked incredibly satisfied, having accomplished his goal. "Yeah. Alright then." After all that fuss that he--they-- caused it just seemed really anti-climatic for him to just walk away now but he didn't have anything else to say. So Ikkaku stood there awkwardly for a second, just staring at her before he turned to leave. "Okay. Bye."
She blinked. "What?" That was it? Hold on a minute!
She took a step forward, leaning out into the corridor, hands clutching the door jamb. "HEY!" she yelled at his retreating back. "WHAT ABOUT MY THANK YOU?"
He whipped around and scrunched up his face at her. She had the nerve to tell him he owed her a 'thank you'? Hell no! "For what?! MOCKING ME?"
She rocked back on her heels and crossed her arms, scowling. "For telling you how to beat Minesweeper, you imbecile!" Any mocking that was included was completely justified in her opinion.
A strangled noise escaped from Ikkaku's throat as he stomped back over to her and leaned down into her face to shout, "IN THE MOST INSULTING WAY. HELL NO YOU DON'T GET A THANK YOU." S-she she...GAH! He couldn't even form the right words together to describe how annoyed and infuriated this woman made him.
She gaped at him, scandalized. How dare he?! "WHY YOU....UGH! I TAKE BACK MY THANK YOU! I DIDN'T APPRECIATE YOUR EFFORTS AT ALL!" She punctuated this with a jab to his shoulder. "AND JUST FOR THAT, I'M NOT TELLING YOU THE EASY WAY TO FIND ALL THE MINES!" She squelched the urge to stick out her tongue at him.
He inhaled sharply. "YOU CAN'T," His hands rose up to his face in pantomime of wanting to grab her before he curled up his hands and forced them back to his sides. "YOU CAN'T TAKE BACK YOUR THANK YOU."
Her hand dove into her pocket, clutching her pepper spray when he raised his hands to her. Her grip loosened when he put them down again, eyes glimmering in something like triumph. He couldn't hurt her. She lifted her chin haughtily. "I just did!" she shot back, snidely.
"YOU CAN'T DO THAT." He snarled. He was unconsciously inching closer to her trying to intimidate her any way he can.
Nanao was unimpressed. She arched an eyebrow at him as if to say, 'Seriously?'. "Well, apparently, I can." As far as she was concerned, he was all brawn and no brains.
"NO YOU CAN'T."
She scowled. She was so done with this. There was work to do! "I am not getting into another argument with you. I am not grateful and that's that! And now you'll never know the secret Minesweeper technique. Your loss!"
"I DON'T NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP! I HOPE YOU LOSE YOUR FUCKING STRAWBERRY AGAIN AND NEVER FIND IT." He shoved an angry finger into her face. He could hardly make sense of what he was thinking.
"BLACKBERRY!" she hissed, smacking his hand away. "AND FINE! NOW GO AWAY!" With that, she stepped back and slammed the door in his face.
He was standing over the doorway so when she slammed the door she succeeded in slamming him in the forehead with it. Ikkaku's eyes crossed from the shock and pain. As soon as his eyes uncrossed and he could see what was in front of him, he gave a final kick and three punches to the already beaten door. "I AM GONNA MAKE YOU THANK ME AGAIN. PROPERLY. JUST WAIT...AND I'M GOING TO BEAT YOUR STUPID SCORE."
He turned sharply and headed toward the elevator, not wanting to chance the stairs, considering the way he was swerving down the "middle" of the hall.
He touched his forehead gingerly. Bitch.