Mission Log

[stowawaymomo]

Title: Beers, Darts, and Mouthy punks oh my...
Characters: Everyone
Location: Alpha-1
Timeframe: A week or so after the picnic
Status: Open
Warnings: Anything can happen...

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[comeback]

She almost choked on her next intake of air.

Luckily it was a small intake of air so it was more like an awkward cough.

"What?" Just where had he heard that? She was talking about his…? Arching a brow at him, she took some sensible form of comfort and ease in the attempt to make conversation lighter. Shrugging, Rukia shook her head and gave him a slight frown. “Who said that? I didn’t say that,” she said bluntly, waving a hand dismissively. “You look fine,” she said as if commenting on the weather or a deciding between shades of wall colours.

Noting the step forward he took, Rukia stood her ground, scowling internally at herself. She had not meant to make it quite so obvious. It wasn’t personal in a bad way, just a reflex, well, more so with him but it was almost a courtesy, she felt. She hadn’t exactly done anything to earn his friendship, or more precisely, earn it back. Rukia couldn’t let him treat her as the friend she simply didn’t see herself as. She had run, and that, no matter the way it might be looked at, was something unforgivable for a so called best friend…for a family.

“Why though?” she asked, an unusual moment that let her impulsive question slip out, her own eyes widening in surprise at herself, which only served to make her look more curious as she nodded at the exposed areas. .