[Log In-Progress] Uryuu, Orihime

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Title:  Cute Things
Characters: Uryuu, Orihime
Locale: Dining Hall
Timeframe: Lunchtime!
What:  Ishida is having no life.  Ishida makes more origami and it catches the eyes of Orihime...
Rating/Warning:  PG maybe.  Other wise, no warning.  Yet.

Uryuu Ishida was

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Considering herself to be a very friendly person, when Orihime saw the boy sitting, alone, in the corner, talking to nobody but just making origami, she immediately headed his way.

Well, actually, it had been the origami which had caught her eye first. The elegant white shapes stood out against the dark table, and she had, for a while, just stared at the elegant lines of it; then at the hands of the boy who was making the pieces, a little mesmerized by the smooth, clear movements and the shape unfolding out of the paper. It was beautiful! Enchanting!

And he was sitting there all alone! No, that absolutely wouldn't do.

Orihime had already eaten, and had been on her way to the music room when she had spotted the boy. She changed course immediately, heading over to him. "Excuse me," she said, edging through the gaps between the people -- it was slow going, as she frequently needed to ask people to move aside because otherwise there wasn't enough room for her breasts. "Excuse me."

Finally, though, Orihime found herself at the boy's table. "Hello!" she said, her voice bright. "I'm Orihime Inoue. I just saw you here making origami and, well, they're very beautiful!" She coughed a little, shifted from foot to foot. "Just, uh... are you new here? I mean, you're not sitting with anyone, so I thought you might not have any friends. And I don't know you... what's your name?" The words were tumbling out of her, now, somewhat disjointedly, and Orihime knew she probably sounded very foolish -- but they couldn't be taken back now, and in any case, she was just being friendly and hadn't said anything that could possibly offend him so it should be all right.

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His concentration was disturbed by the girl's arrival. He wasn't annoyed though. It wasn't like he was doing anything important, since it was just making paper animals and it wasn't like he anything else better to do either. He could socialize with the other mentally-challenged, but he had little experience in that area. He could interact with a girl to prove to his therapist he was straight, but despite being so intelligent, he had no clue how to start, since he had little experience in that field.

Without her introduction, he recognized her as Orihime Inoue anyway. He had often times seen the bubbly girl around talking to herself (or was it that 'Shun Shun Rikka' she was talking about before?). Either that, she was with a group of girls that he assumed were her friends.

He didn't had the time to say hello or reply a thanks he usually would. The girl kept talking and talking, going on and on that it caused him to pause and blink for a moment.

"Uryuu Ishida," he merely introduced himself out of courtesy, though it made have came off a little cold. He pushed his glasses up his nose with his index finger and then added, "And thanks."

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"Oh!" said Orihime when he introduced himself. "Mr. Ishida! Of course." Her grin, if it was possible, broadened. "You're welcome." Then she paused, cocked her head slightly, drew in a breath, hesitated. "Um... why are you sitting all on your own?" Worry tinged her tone.

Orihime knew that it could be difficult to get settled in at the Institute. There were so many people, some of them loud and noisy and odd, frightening, even, and it was easy to just find yourself alone, in some corner, making origami. Orihime couldn't just let that happen. "Do you not have any friends?" she asked, frowning concernedly. "How long have you been here, actually? Are you lonely? I could show you around, maybe, if you're still very new here, because it can all be quite confusing, just like, well, moving anywhere!"

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Usually in these cases, Ishida probably would have consider the girl too nosy for her own good. But that would be only because he would be cranky and he often was. He wasn't so much now. He had to admit a part of him was grateful for her concern for a mere stranger. She actually was genuine.

"I have a friend," Ishida replied with a slight nod. He had a friend. He guessed Kon was his friend now after all that happened.

"I've only been here less than a month. I guess you can say that I'm new," he state briefly, not explaining anything further about that topic. Giving an ever so slight smile (if you can call it that), he nodded, "It's quite all right, Miss Inoue. You don't need to go to that trouble. I should be fine by myself."

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"Oh, that's good! That's wonderful, that you have a friend," said Orihime. "I don't know what any of us would do without friends." She paused, drawing in a breath but then not saying anything, brow furrowing. She could remember a time -- a brief period of time -- when she hadn't had any friends. It wasn't something she often cared to recall, but the memory was stirring in the back of her mind.

With a shake of her head, she dismissed it, and once again returned her attention to Uryuu.

"Oh, but it's not trouble!" she said. "I couldn't just let you try to get settled in by yourself." Her voice dropped slightly in volume. "It really can be a little scary when you're first here," she said; her eyes had the intent, concerned edge of the confidant. But then her face relaxed and she said, "But if you don't want me to show you around now, that's all right! Maybe later." She paused. "Um, do you mind if I sit down?"

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He noticed when she paused. She looked a little sad. He was a little curious, but did not ask.

"Thank you, Miss Inoue," he said gratefully, looking at her, "I don't mind if you sit here. You can if you want." He wasn't exactly sure how to word it. He had little experience when it came to interacting with people he barely knew, especially when it came to those of the opposite sex.

There was a brief moment of silence. So what should he say next? How are you? What's the meaning of life? What do you like to do? What's your favorite farm animal?

"How long have you been here, Miss Inoue?" he asked and then quickly added, "If you don't mind me asking."

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"Thank you!" said Orihime, pulling out a chair and settling herself into it, smoothing her skirt neatly. At his question, she laughed. "Oh, um -- years now. I'm not quite sure, really!" After a pause, she added, "And of course I don't mind you asking."

Her lips twitched to one side, not quite a smile, but not a grimace, either -- a difficult expression to define. One of concentration, perhaps -- it was an unconscious habit she had when she was thinking. "So what did you do before you came here?" she asked, pulling herself out of her thoughts and looking up from her study of the table. "I mean -- if you don't mind me asking, that is!"

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Miss Inoue had been here for years? She must have been fairly young when she was instituted here. She didn't look that much older than himself.

Ishida let out short, light chuckle and even smiled at her question. "I don't mind," he assured her as he shook his head and pushed his spectacles up his nose, "I was living by myself, though I was working as an assistant tailor that was nearby." There was no need to go on about the 'incident'. This was sufficient enough.

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At Uryuu's assurance that he didn't mind her asking, Orihime nodded and smiled, glad that she hadn't offended him somehow. "Ooh, a tailor?" she said. "That's wonderful! I can't really sew very well myself..." She trailed off and laughed a little, nervously, eyes flickering over to the side. She had battled often with needle and thread, but had always ended up stabbing herself. And sewing her sleeve to whatever she was embroidering.

That had been a memorable occasion.

It was a pity, because Sora had always said that sewing was a very lady-like thing, and she should be able to do it. She had always embroidered his handkerchiefs, and had shown him her creations. She could still remember his smile, his arms around her, his warm voice saying "Those are beautiful, Orihime, thank you. I love you."

She still had the handkerchiefs, and somehow every time she had tried to sew after his death her fingers had slipped, as though they were twitching towards those old, clumsy, childish patterns.

"So... do you miss your friends?" she asked, quietly now, eyes gentle, sympathetic, concerned.

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"Maybe I can help you out sometime. With sewing." If she wanted him to. And if he ever got any access to his tools.

Orihime had looked sad again and maybe even...nostalgic. He wondered if it was because of him, if it was something he said that brought back some sad memories.

"There's no one to miss," he said with indifference. As he thought of it, he didn't have any friends to miss. Even outside of this prison, he kept to himself. Sure, he had a few friends during his childhood, but after his grandfather's death, he started to distance himself from them. He couldn't even remember their faces anymore.

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"Oh!" said Orihime. "That's so nice of you! Yes, uh--" She hesitated. She really didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of Uryuu, but on the other hand she couldn't exactly decline his offer -- that would be so impolite! "That would be wonderful. Thank you!" She beamed.

"Oh..." she said, once more. That sounded so sad and lonely! She felt deeply sorry for Uryuu then, and looked at him discreetly with a sympathetic, concerned expression. "But you say you're settling in nicely here? You're making friends and all, I hope?"

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"There's no need to be sad or concern," Ishida assured her as he turned his head and played with another sheet of paper. "But I guess youcan say I am. The company is...nice." And he was being truthful about it. Kon could be a bit too much some times, but he was all right.

In Ishida's hands was a small pink fairy and placed it besides the other creatures. He slowly stood up and glanced at the clock, "I have to go now. I have a meeting with my therapist in about ten minutes." He was dreading it.

"If you want, you can have these. I really don't need them," He told her, giving a small motion to the paper creatures.