He's not turning around. He's just going to stand here, looking cool, while sweating a shitton, because, wow! He just made himself look like a gigantic lame moron to people he wanted to impress! He even thought up that stupid one liner and everything!Holy shit, he's such an idiot!
Maybe he should just crawl in the cracks he just made, curl in a ball, and double die! Or maybe, just maybe, another stronger shadow will come here and just. Eat him the fuck up. Right here, right now. Do it already.
But nothing happens.
And Ichigo feels the weight of his lameness crawling on his back.
[....How is he supposed to respond to this? He just. Stays still as Minato puts his hand on his shoulder, but he actually whips his head around and...blushes a little? When Makoto says it was cool.]
A-Ah, well....I mean, I...probably should've done it earlier, but - I didn't know he thought about me like that, and....
[JUST
trails off
and looks at his fucking feet.]
....Sorry. I'll, uh - start out with that if we run into anything else that strong.
[IS NOBODY THROWING HIM A BONE HERE. he exhales sharply, because in all honesty he is pretty sure Makoto is just ribbing him and won't actually yank him out of bed at 6 a.m.]
[. . . probably]
"Cool" is one word for it, but I'd use "awesome." I'm actually a little jealous.
[he says lightly, teasingly, as adjusts his gloves and approaches the other three, carefully inspecting them for injuries]
[Makoto would actually agree with that, and she glances at Leader, looking him up and down. As for her, thanks to Minato's actions, she's not actually that hurt. Though, it might be worth it to top her defense up again later.]
I think Minato's correct. It's like little Ichigo was picking on you.
[almost like asking everyone to fight you could end badly without backup
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Oh god.
He heard that, and now-
He's not turning around. He's just going to stand here, looking cool, while sweating a shitton, because, wow! He just made himself look like a gigantic lame moron to people he wanted to impress! He even thought up that stupid one liner and everything!Holy shit, he's such an idiot!
Maybe he should just crawl in the cracks he just made, curl in a ball, and double die! Or maybe, just maybe, another stronger shadow will come here and just. Eat him the fuck up. Right here, right now. Do it already.
But nothing happens.
And Ichigo feels the weight of his lameness crawling on his back.
Ichigo is paralyzed.]
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. . . can we start at noon? I'm not a morning person. . .
[he mumbles as he climbs to his feet and dusts himself off. and somewhere along the way, he realizes]
. . . Ichigo?
Aaaare you okay there, buddy?
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Minato's definitely not getting in between Makoto and Akira there, he has more self-preservation than that (and Akira takes it in stride anyway).
Instead, he moves over to Ichigo, and inspects him, and clasps him solemnly on the shoulder.]
Live strong.
[SHUT UP MINATO.]
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[she's a harsh mistress.
But she looks at Ichigo, and goes,]
That was so coo, Ichigo.
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A-Ah, well....I mean, I...probably should've done it earlier, but - I didn't know he thought about me like that, and....
[JUST
trails off
and looks at his fucking feet.]
....Sorry. I'll, uh - start out with that if we run into anything else that strong.
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[. . . probably]
"Cool" is one word for it, but I'd use "awesome." I'm actually a little jealous.
[he says lightly, teasingly, as adjusts his gloves and approaches the other three, carefully inspecting them for injuries]
Is everyone okay?
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[Minato's hand hovers over his mask.]
Are you okay?
[Please answer honestly.]
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I think Minato's correct. It's like little Ichigo was picking on you.
[almost like asking everyone to fight you could end badly without backup
akira]
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Which is to say, a shadow is moving across the floor, headed for the group.]
Alright, enough of this teenage bullshit. You've overstayed your welcome, get out.
[The voice is the same as the black man from all the previous conversations, though a bit more scratchy and deep than it was before.
And then, right as the shadow hits everyone, they can hear one more line:]
Go home, Mijo.
[Hm.]
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I can'-
[And then?
They're gone.]