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

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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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/wanders in late, oops...

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Gaara, unlike nearly everyone else, was quite sober. He didn't particularly enjoy being drunk (he had only tried it once when he was little and wanted to know what his father saw in it,) and had a rather low alcohol tolerance to boot. So, while a good seventy-five percent of the crew got themselves smashed, the redhead opted to stay hidden in his room, silently fuming and listening to the Sand cleanse itself of Satyr blood. Which was mildly comforting to Gaara, in a very sick, twisted sort of way that he would likely never admit to.

But now his emotions were firmly back on their leash and the Sand didn't reek quite badly that he couldn't carry it with him (though it still had that sort of coppery tang to it, if you had a sharp enough nose,) so Gaara had taken to wandering about the hallways like he always did. Which was also mildly comforting, in its own way.

It was while he was doing this that he noticed an orange-haired male peering into a broom cupboard as though he expected something to fly out at him. A quick, experienced analysis revealed this person to be either slightly intoxicated, or very intoxicated with control of himself. Or maybe he was sober and mildly insane; Gaara didn't know who this man was.

Which also meant that he wasn't Gaara's problem. So, after a few seconds of blankly surveying the stranger, the redhead walked on without a word.

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"Hey."

Gaara's stare hadn't gone unnoticed. Ichigo turned around to look at the guy. The weird dark circles around the eyes were familiar enough to tell Ichigo that Gaara was probably part of the crew, but other than that, Ichigo had no clue who the other was.

"What're you looking at?"

[hiccup_ninja]

The redhead looked over his shoulder and the top of the gourd, his face and body language unreadable. There was a long, thick pause before he actually spoke.

"Nothing." he answered.

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....whoa, this kid was weird. He kind of reminded Ichigo of that pointless-chick with blue hair from Serenity. Same weird, dead stare.

"Sure looked like you were looking at something. Who are you? I think I've seen you before."

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There was another pause, before Gaara slowly turned to face the other. It was easier on his neck that way. He also deliberately ignored the first part of what Ichigo said; in his eyes it didn't really beget a reply.

"I'm Gaara Sabaku; the Convoy's powder monkey." the redhead said, scanning over the taller, orange-haired person with his usual steely, calculating stare. He looked almost thoughtful underneath his total lack of expression at Ichigo's last comment.

"...I wander the hallways a lot. You might have seen me then." he offered, since that would have been his guess.