[I want your drama, the touch of your hand] [closed]
Characters: Ichigo and Watanuki
Content: Noodle-fu lessons continue!
Setting: The Convoy's cargo hold
Time: After the lunch hour.
Warnings: ...WELL. THEY'VE BEEN A LITTLE TENSE SINCE THAT HOT SPRINGS VISIT, AFTER ALL.
Upon finishing the lunch hour clean-up, Watanuki had been surprised to find that he really wasn't dreading the planned training session with Ichigo at all. He'd been reluctant enough to start this, and he still couldn't say he was excited about the prospect of showing off for an hour exactly how woefully weak he was (again); but he'd been showing improvement even before signing on to the Convoy. Much as he might complain about the sore muscles and the bruises, it felt... well, heartening to be improving at something so different from what he usually did.
He'd set aside a set of loose-fitting clothes for use in these sessions, and he changed quickly before heading down to the cargo hold (whose location he knew vaguely from having passed it by in his original tour of the ship). It was large, he noted, with an empty central space that he assumed they'd be using to spar. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be anyone around.
"Hello?" he called ahead of him as he moved between the neatly confined cargo toward the center. "Ichigo? Are you here?"
Content: Noodle-fu lessons continue!
Setting: The Convoy's cargo hold
Time: After the lunch hour.
Warnings: ...WELL. THEY'VE BEEN A LITTLE TENSE SINCE THAT HOT SPRINGS VISIT, AFTER ALL.
Upon finishing the lunch hour clean-up, Watanuki had been surprised to find that he really wasn't dreading the planned training session with Ichigo at all. He'd been reluctant enough to start this, and he still couldn't say he was excited about the prospect of showing off for an hour exactly how woefully weak he was (again); but he'd been showing improvement even before signing on to the Convoy. Much as he might complain about the sore muscles and the bruises, it felt... well, heartening to be improving at something so different from what he usually did.
He'd set aside a set of loose-fitting clothes for use in these sessions, and he changed quickly before heading down to the cargo hold (whose location he knew vaguely from having passed it by in his original tour of the ship). It was large, he noted, with an empty central space that he assumed they'd be using to spar. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be anyone around.
"Hello?" he called ahead of him as he moved between the neatly confined cargo toward the center. "Ichigo? Are you here?"