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Title: Fixing a Hole
Characters: Renji, Tatsuki, Tesla [[yeah wtf?]]
Locale: Renji's room/ hall outside of it/ etc
Timeframe: After stupid 1 and stupid 2 break a door and a nose, respectively
What: Tatsuki surveys the damage and Renji....does whatever he'd do....and Tesla.....is walking by...uh...yeah!
Rating/Warning: Swearing? Come on. Renji? Tatsuki? Methinks yes. Uh....none more that I can think of for now. <3
Tatsuki was not in the mood for this kind of shit, but as Security she had little to no choice---closer to the no.
She ran a hand through her hair, striding quickly down the halls, making familiar turns until she came to the hall where the tattooed one lived...if she'd had any doubts at all, the awkward door hanging off its frame made for a swell tip-off. She'd spent the better part of her most recent hours trying to beat sense into the two culprits, but sense didn't seem to be available to them at the time, so she'd surrendered momentarily, opting to physically fix something. She'd told Ichigo he'd have to fix it; dumbass, it was his fault! But while he worked with that nice, new broken nose she decided to assess the damage. Well, at least it was still on its hinges....just like he said.
She rubbed her forehead. New people, seriously.
So far it was this, and then that other one...Tesla if she recalled...trying to get close again with the exact reason he was at the Institute at all...what a mess.
Those stupid....
Tatsuki dropped that thought. Not like it was helpful. Stepping to the doorway, she didn't bother looking in. She wasn't Ichigo, after all...the idiot.
"Yo, Abarai," she rapped the side of the door with her fist----the side without the dying door...which proceeded to make a weird creaking noise and fall more off its alignment, though somehow it remained attached to the side.
Characters: Renji, Tatsuki, Tesla [[yeah wtf?]]
Locale: Renji's room/ hall outside of it/ etc
Timeframe: After stupid 1 and stupid 2 break a door and a nose, respectively
What: Tatsuki surveys the damage and Renji....does whatever he'd do....and Tesla.....is walking by...uh...yeah!
Rating/Warning: Swearing? Come on. Renji? Tatsuki? Methinks yes. Uh....none more that I can think of for now. <3
Tatsuki was not in the mood for this kind of shit, but as Security she had little to no choice---closer to the no.
She ran a hand through her hair, striding quickly down the halls, making familiar turns until she came to the hall where the tattooed one lived...if she'd had any doubts at all, the awkward door hanging off its frame made for a swell tip-off. She'd spent the better part of her most recent hours trying to beat sense into the two culprits, but sense didn't seem to be available to them at the time, so she'd surrendered momentarily, opting to physically fix something. She'd told Ichigo he'd have to fix it; dumbass, it was his fault! But while he worked with that nice, new broken nose she decided to assess the damage. Well, at least it was still on its hinges....just like he said.
She rubbed her forehead. New people, seriously.
So far it was this, and then that other one...Tesla if she recalled...trying to get close again with the exact reason he was at the Institute at all...what a mess.
Those stupid....
Tatsuki dropped that thought. Not like it was helpful. Stepping to the doorway, she didn't bother looking in. She wasn't Ichigo, after all...the idiot.
"Yo, Abarai," she rapped the side of the door with her fist----the side without the dying door...which proceeded to make a weird creaking noise and fall more off its alignment, though somehow it remained attached to the side.