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[suppressthedark]

Who: Ichigo Kurosaki (suppressthedark) and anyone who wants to bug him.
What: Ichigo got his body back and decides to go to the arena. And break things train.
When: day 121
Where: The Arena
Rating: Shouldn't be more than pg-13? Probable swearing.



So. The last couple of days had been...stressful, to say the least. A body switch with Orihime, of all people, had left him reeling, not to mention the...argument he'd had with one of the close friends he'd made since he came to the colorless city of Asgard.

And when Ichigo is stressed and upset, what does he do? He works it out-or tries to.

Which is why he's here in the arena, either chopping up dummies or punching them with his bare hands (that, at least, doesn't wreck them completely), looking mighty pissed off at the world in general. A flesh and blood distraction would be nice, even if it's just to talk-or even better, to spar.

...At least, someone better make him stop before he ends up hurting himself.

((As always, bracket tags are welcome!))

Comments

[holyfight]

Watching Ichigo train isn't exactly something Orihime's had the luxury to do in the past year and a half, so doing so now is something of a treat for her. She'll just be on the sidelines, watching him work out, holding a towel and a drink for whenever he gets ready to rest.

Also, although the drink is a 'sports drink' she made, so while it's refreshing, it's probably made of spinach and rutabaga.

[suppressthedark]

After a while, he straightens up, sighing and stretching a touch before turning.

"...Inoue? When did you get here?"

Because he was so engrossed, he pretty much forgot everything around him.

[holyfight]

She offers him the towel and spinach-rutabaga-habanero Pocuri Sweat.

"Not long ago!"

This was kind of a lie - she's been here at least thirty minutes.

"I brought you a towel and something to drink! I made it myself!"

[suppressthedark]

He takes both gratefully, using the towel to wipe off his sweat, and taking a swig of the drink-

....And then not moving for a second, because waaagh-

-Eh he's fine, he's fine. He can gulp it down.

"Ah...Thanks."

He decides to take a seat near her, giving a loud sigh as he does.

[holyfight]

"Eh heh, I hope it wasn't too strong! I tried it before I brought it out, but I know I have weird tastes..."

That was an understatement. But whatever. She has more important things to talk about.

"You looked pretty intent out there. Is something on your mind?"

[suppressthedark]

"Ah...just a little."

As she asks, he frowns, leaning back. What should he say? In one way, he didn't feel like talking about it at all. But in another....

"...Maybe."

[holyfight]

"Haaaaah? It's alright if you don't want to tell me. I can wait."

Because if there really wasn't anything on his mind, he wouldn't have said 'maybe'. Either way, she'll hold out her hand to take the drink from him if he doesn't want it anymore.