All God's children need travelling shoes...
Characters: Kurosaki Ichigo, Arisawa Tatsuki
When: December 22, evening (before the vote is resolved!)
Where: Thirteenth Division, Tatsuki's room
Rating: PG
Summary: Tatsuki's back from her self-exile, and it's time to face the music. Or at least Ichigo. Head-first collisions imminent, please brace yourselves.
[COMPLETE]
Ichigo had been hanging around in the common area, listening to the buzz of conversation that seemed to always loop back to the same question. Would the Captain require a new title by morning? He had no great interest in politics, but he understood the significance of this. The Gotei would have a single leader again.
When a new post flashed onto the screen of his communicator, he wasn't sure if he was glad or dismayed at the diversion. Tatsuki was back. She'd apparently figured out some things. None of that cancelled the circumstances in which they'd parted the last time. He'd made a meditative exercise out of keeping his mind off them for the last week or so.
However, a quick probe towards her reiatsu affirmed the message. She was right close by, in the direction of the living quarters.
He slid away from the table he'd been lounging at, and made his way, socked feet soft on the floorboards, towards her room. It was easy to slough off her apology; sure, she'd been horrible to him, but he'd repaid her with even harsher words when she'd been in greater need of support than ever. Some friend he made, let alone the live-in guide to the afterlife he was supposed to play.
Still, enough drifting through the corridors, and he stood behind her door again. He lifted a hand and wordlessly knocked on the doorjamb.
[ooc: I hope this will do, and that you slept well.]
When: December 22, evening (before the vote is resolved!)
Where: Thirteenth Division, Tatsuki's room
Rating: PG
Summary: Tatsuki's back from her self-exile, and it's time to face the music. Or at least Ichigo. Head-first collisions imminent, please brace yourselves.
[COMPLETE]
Ichigo had been hanging around in the common area, listening to the buzz of conversation that seemed to always loop back to the same question. Would the Captain require a new title by morning? He had no great interest in politics, but he understood the significance of this. The Gotei would have a single leader again.
When a new post flashed onto the screen of his communicator, he wasn't sure if he was glad or dismayed at the diversion. Tatsuki was back. She'd apparently figured out some things. None of that cancelled the circumstances in which they'd parted the last time. He'd made a meditative exercise out of keeping his mind off them for the last week or so.
However, a quick probe towards her reiatsu affirmed the message. She was right close by, in the direction of the living quarters.
He slid away from the table he'd been lounging at, and made his way, socked feet soft on the floorboards, towards her room. It was easy to slough off her apology; sure, she'd been horrible to him, but he'd repaid her with even harsher words when she'd been in greater need of support than ever. Some friend he made, let alone the live-in guide to the afterlife he was supposed to play.
Still, enough drifting through the corridors, and he stood behind her door again. He lifted a hand and wordlessly knocked on the doorjamb.
[ooc: I hope this will do, and that you slept well.]