Practicing the things that makes one stronger
Characters: Ururu and Kon
When: November 17, afternoon
Where: Urahara Shouten
Rating: Heh, it's gotta be PG at most.
Summary: Continuing the campaign of bravery, Ururu musters up the courage to have a conversation with Kon.
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Ururu poked her head around the door, regarding the boy on the ladder who was carefully dusting the big light in the living room. He looked like Kurosaki-san, but was actually a defective mod soul. A defective mod soul that she'd given to Kuchiki-san. By accident. But things had turned out okay in the end. Kisuke-san liked the extra help (and Ururu couldn't reach things high up).
She wondered what had happened to the stuffed lion that Kon-san had usually been in. (Unconsciously, her fingers twitched.) Did he like being in the gigai better? Or was he in the gigai just so that he could do chores?
Maybe... she could ask him? It had been a while since she'd had a real conversation. She had to keep practicing to get good at it... right? It was still a little scary, talking to someone all on her own, but she wanted to be braver. And, it was good to know new things about others, right?
But Kon-san was working. Would he mind being interrupted? Kon had a bored look on his face - at least what she could see of his face under the dusk mask he wore. Kisuke-san wouldn't let him leave until the work was done (today it was cleaning all the lights in the house and shop), but maybe he wouldn't mind a short break?
Ururu took a deep breath. She would ask. She would.
She leaned a little further out from behind the door. Kon seemed to take no notice of her, intent on the light. After a bit of hesitation she stepped over to be beside the door instead of hidden behind it. He still didn't turn her way. What now? Mustering her little voice, she said tentatively, "Kon-san?"
When: November 17, afternoon
Where: Urahara Shouten
Rating: Heh, it's gotta be PG at most.
Summary: Continuing the campaign of bravery, Ururu musters up the courage to have a conversation with Kon.
[COMPLETE]
Ururu poked her head around the door, regarding the boy on the ladder who was carefully dusting the big light in the living room. He looked like Kurosaki-san, but was actually a defective mod soul. A defective mod soul that she'd given to Kuchiki-san. By accident. But things had turned out okay in the end. Kisuke-san liked the extra help (and Ururu couldn't reach things high up).
She wondered what had happened to the stuffed lion that Kon-san had usually been in. (Unconsciously, her fingers twitched.) Did he like being in the gigai better? Or was he in the gigai just so that he could do chores?
Maybe... she could ask him? It had been a while since she'd had a real conversation. She had to keep practicing to get good at it... right? It was still a little scary, talking to someone all on her own, but she wanted to be braver. And, it was good to know new things about others, right?
But Kon-san was working. Would he mind being interrupted? Kon had a bored look on his face - at least what she could see of his face under the dusk mask he wore. Kisuke-san wouldn't let him leave until the work was done (today it was cleaning all the lights in the house and shop), but maybe he wouldn't mind a short break?
Ururu took a deep breath. She would ask. She would.
She leaned a little further out from behind the door. Kon seemed to take no notice of her, intent on the light. After a bit of hesitation she stepped over to be beside the door instead of hidden behind it. He still didn't turn her way. What now? Mustering her little voice, she said tentatively, "Kon-san?"