Since I've been meaning to put up an open Convoy log for him for forever... [open]

[flight_15]

Characters: Ichigo Kurosaki and anyone who hasn't passed out yet
Content: Someone's had a bit to drink, and is having trouble locating his room. Come troll the hell out of him help him out TROLL HIM
Setting: All over the Convoy
Time: Late Amicus night, after the most somber party ever
Warnings: Language, moodswings (possibly to the dere side of

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[drinkitlovelife]

He didn't really have to worry about the blue hair. Kurumi was drunk enough herself. At least, that was what could be gathered from the fact that she was whining to her tool box in the forge.

"...and everyone's stupid. Even me. I'm stupid too. Maybe I have a stupidpower. I dunno. I dunno."

She rubbed her eyes and looked over at the door. For a few seconds, she stared, and then she smiled and waved.

"Hi."

[flight_15]

"Heeeey, Milk," he said, wandering in. "Kurumi. Sorry. I forgot again." Ichigo looked a little sheepish.

....had she been talking to a toolbox? he wondered.

[drinkitlovelife]

Kurumi stuck her tongue out. "How do you forget that? It's... it's just saying it backward. Kind of. Ish. I bet you can't even say your own name backward."

This was how much sense she usually made while drunk. Which was to say, none. At least she didn't have her journal on her this time.

[flight_15]

"Can too," he argued back. "Go...Ogh...Oghi..." he began, unsuccessful. "...ask me later. I can do it then. Besides, Kurumi doesn't count as backward. It'd be like me going by Go-chi-i, which sounds really stupid."

[drinkitlovelife]

Kurumi burst out laughing. "I told you." She stuck her tongue out again. "'Course it sounds stupid. Your normal name sounds stupid too."

[flight_15]

"Not as stupid as Milk," Ichigo shot right back, scowling. "And at least I don't make up other names that sound even stupider. Like a weird not-backwards version. And Milky Rose. What kind of a name is Milky Rose, anyway? You can't have a milky rose, it'd just...fall apart." He gestured with his hands, making a vague approximation of what he thought the collapse of a rose made out of liquid would look like.

[drinkitlovelife]

"It's a great name!" Kurumi pulled herself up, stumbling over herself, and marched over to the doorway. "It's a... um... It's symbolic."

[flight_15]

He folded his arms and looked right down at her. "What kind of thing could 'Milky Rose' even be symbolic of? A really soggy flower?"

[drinkitlovelife]

"NO." Apparently devoid of an actual argument, Kurumi stomped on his foot.

[flight_15]

"Shit!" Ichigo yelled, jumping back and grabbing his foot. It wasn't badly hurt or anything, since Milk was pretty light, but she was stronger than she looked and it was entirely unexpected.

Unfortunately, the pilot wasn't quite sober enough to maintain his balance hopping around on one foot. So, he fell backwards, landing squarely on his ass. "What the hell was that for?" he demanded angrily.

[drinkitlovelife]

Kurumi leaned over him with a smirk. "What do you mean, what was that for? My name's great!"

[flight_15]

He glared back up at her. "You can't even tell me what it means! I bet you just picked it because your name's Milk and you throw roses around all the time!"

[drinkitlovelife]

"That's a perfectly good reason!"

[flight_15]

"But it's not a metaphor," Ichigo insisted, still sitting on the ground, supporting himself with his arms. "It's just because you have enough blue roses to choke a sky whale to death!"

[drinkitlovelife]

Kurumi plunked herself down on the ground beside him. "Nothing wrong with that!"

[flight_15]

He wasn't going to let this go.

"You said," Ichigo repeated, taking one hand off the ground to point at her angrily, "it was a metaphor."