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.
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[I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand] )
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Yep. Clearly, he was cured. He'd hardly even noticed Ichigo's arms when he'd appeared out of nowhere wearing just an undershirt on top.
He set his canteen of water and towel down beside a handy crate and moved closer, trying to gauge if his last two hours in the kitchen counted as enough of a warm-up. He decided for the sake of saving time (and because he felt that putting every damn dish on the ship on the top shelf of its respective cabinet was more than enough stretching for anyone) that he was. "Unlike you, I had actual work to do. I'm ready, so quit complaining."
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Like Watanuki had guessed, Ichigo had taken care of warming up while waiting for the other. It was true -- he didn't have that much work to do besides plane maintenance. He folded his arms, unwilling to start before Watanuki was ready.
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He moved through them quickly but thoroughly, noting that he could already stretch farther than he had his first time trying this. "There," he declared when he was finished, straightening up and facing Ichigo with his hands on his hips. "I'm ready. Is that good enough for you?"
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