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[Ichigo wanders out into the shared areas in his apartment. He frowns in frustration, grabbing a glass out of the cabinet and filling it with water from the tap. He watches as the liquid sways with his movements as he brings the glass to his lips to take a drink. The crystal echo of the glass on the kitchen counter seems to echo in his fingertips.]
[He scrubs the back of his neck with his hands roughly. Glancing at the clock, he feels the thin line of frustration burning under the surface. Something in the back of his mind recalls that he has work tomorrow.]
[He turns towards the front door of the apartment but stops himself mid-step, looking at his roommate's doors. His frown deepens.]
Damn it...
[He tears off a corner from the nearest seemingly unimportant paper and the nearest writing pen. He scribbles "Gone out for a bit, Ichigo" as legibly as he has the patience for. He places the paper under his glass on the kitchen counter.]
[Grabbing his keys, he walks out the door, locking it behind him. He shoves the keys in his pocket as he makes his way out of the apartment complex and into the midnight atmosphere.]
[He scrubs the back of his neck with his hands roughly. Glancing at the clock, he feels the thin line of frustration burning under the surface. Something in the back of his mind recalls that he has work tomorrow.]
[He turns towards the front door of the apartment but stops himself mid-step, looking at his roommate's doors. His frown deepens.]
Damn it...
[He tears off a corner from the nearest seemingly unimportant paper and the nearest writing pen. He scribbles "Gone out for a bit, Ichigo" as legibly as he has the patience for. He places the paper under his glass on the kitchen counter.]
[Grabbing his keys, he walks out the door, locking it behind him. He shoves the keys in his pocket as he makes his way out of the apartment complex and into the midnight atmosphere.]