If everything else fails

[glasses_atnight]

Characters: Tetsuzaemon Iba & Mikagami Sachiko
When: sunday afternoon, June 28
Where: Fourth Division, yay
Rating: PG
Summary: There's visiting to be had.

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[shinigami_baito]

Sachiko was not shy by nature. But there was something about visiting an injured lieutenant she barely knew when he was laid up in the Fourth Division that made her jittery. --Well, granted, it didn't take a lot to make Sachiko jittery, but this was a special occasion. This was Lieutenant Iba.

She had actually never spoken to him. And why would she? Or rather, why would he? She was just a little administrative clerk, fresh out of the academy and still wet behind the ears...what would a lieutenant have to talk about with her? She had tried to come up with an excuse for a long time--after all, she admired him greatly (and those sunglasses were just so intriguing)--but she'd never managed to find a real reason to go out of her way to be in his company

[glasses_atnight]

That was not a voice Iba immediately recognized. He cocked his head and reached up to adjust his glasses, scowling a bit at his wrapped fingers and then finally shoving at them somewhat ineffectually with his wrist.

"Yeah, yeah, 'course," he called, making his way to the shouji and... well, shit. Maybe he could open it with his foot or something. Or his elbow. Or... something.

Who woulda figured not having working fingers would be so difficult? It took him a second but he managed to slide the shouji open, decidedly not cringing when he bumped his fingers. Then he stared at the girl standing there, plant in her hand, and blinked.

Okay. He had a visitor. Who seemed... familiar, but... He'd seen her around before. He'd seen a lot a people.

Was he forgetting something?

Damn it, had he taken her out sometime and forgot? This called for tact. Not that he had a lot of that, but he had enough to keep himself out of trouble. usually.

"You can come in."

[shinigami_baito]

Sachiko's eyes widened dramatically when Iba opened the door, and she gave an audible gasp.

"Ah! I-Iba-fukutaichou! You didn't have to get up!" she said hurriedly. "I could have opened the door--you should be resting!" She stepped inside at his invitation, turning to close the door behind her, then gave him a worried look. "How are you feeling?" she asked, setting the plant--a purple heather--down on the table near the door. "I couldn't believe it when I heard you'd been hospitalized; how terrible it must have been! You fought one of the Es...Espada didn't you?"

The mere thought of the Espada sent shudders down her spine, and she wrung her hands a moment, turning to him and then bowing deeply

[glasses_atnight]

Iba wasn't sure whether to look at the girl or at the plant she brought. Either way, he was sure he was asking Abarai about this one. Fifth Division Administration Desk, was she? That explained why she seemed familiar; he'd been through there countless times with reports and such things. (There was a bit of relief that flowed through him when he realized she wasn't someone he'd taken out come back to see him. Forgetting that would have been disastrous.)

He stepped back and shrugged a shoulder; he'd be resting here in a minute, he was sure of that. Wasn't much else to do. He wasn't complaining, though; every one he'd come across in the Fourth had made a big deal of him resting.

Resting he could do.

He blinked at her from behind his glasses; she talked a lot. Kind of nonstop. About his resilience. "Ah, thanks." I think. he wasn't sure if resilience was the right word, all things considered, but as long as he had a visitor -- a pretty little thing at that -- he'd enjoy it.

Time to turn on the Iba charm, lieutenant."I ain't

[shinigami_baito]

Sachiko's face lit up visibly when he complimented the plant