☆ [001] ☆ Kurosaki Ichigo // Video // Traverse Town
What's your problem, I said I was fine.
[There's an orange-haired boy in the first district of Traverse Town with torn black clothing and far too many trails of fresh-spilling blood winding and twisting about his exposed skin. He's on the floor now, his knees keeping him up as he leaned against a very large sword. He was panting heavily while two moogle's seemed to float around with concern.]
I told you, it's just a scratch, it's no big deal. Thanks for the help but I can handle it from here. [The moogle's made to retort but Ichigo began shooing them off.] I can handle it, I'm fine. It's not like I'll just pass out. In the middle of the street. Of blood loss or anything.
[By the look's the moogle's gave each other, they really doubted Ichigo would get very long. He frowned and grunted, getting up to his feet. The pull of muscles visible against raw flesh and the fresh batch of blood seeping from his wounds a clear indication it had caused him far more strain than he was letting off.]
Back off, you see? [He waved his arms.] I'm fine. All better. If you want to help me, try looking for my friends. Anyone know a Rukia or a Renji around her? Have you seen my dad? Anyone-
[And a stretch of an arm caused a cringe that sent him back on his knees. He gripped onto Zangetsu gritting his teeth.] D-Dammit!
[There's an orange-haired boy in the first district of Traverse Town with torn black clothing and far too many trails of fresh-spilling blood winding and twisting about his exposed skin. He's on the floor now, his knees keeping him up as he leaned against a very large sword. He was panting heavily while two moogle's seemed to float around with concern.]
I told you, it's just a scratch, it's no big deal. Thanks for the help but I can handle it from here. [The moogle's made to retort but Ichigo began shooing them off.] I can handle it, I'm fine. It's not like I'll just pass out. In the middle of the street. Of blood loss or anything.
[By the look's the moogle's gave each other, they really doubted Ichigo would get very long. He frowned and grunted, getting up to his feet. The pull of muscles visible against raw flesh and the fresh batch of blood seeping from his wounds a clear indication it had caused him far more strain than he was letting off.]
Back off, you see? [He waved his arms.] I'm fine. All better. If you want to help me, try looking for my friends. Anyone know a Rukia or a Renji around her? Have you seen my dad? Anyone-
[And a stretch of an arm caused a cringe that sent him back on his knees. He gripped onto Zangetsu gritting his teeth.] D-Dammit!