[LOG] Urahara, Renji [IN PROG]

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Title: A Strong Young Man
Characters: Urahara, Renji
Locale: Renji's quarters, the institute.
Timeframe: Before this log.
What: Urahara brings Renji a meal after Renji admits he's been skipping them.
Rating/Warning: PG-13. Renji and stuff

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The weird thing was that Renji was bored.

Contemplating his boredom with a self-analytical detachedness which he wasn't accustomed to (it felt like that early-morning silence, stale air, no movement, hanging, gliding, floating, numbness) Renji thought that it was really weird. In a situation like this, he shouldn't be feeling something as mundane as boredom -- should he? He should be angry.

Not bored. Bored was, surely, a state of mind for a situation a little less -- what? Renji couldn't think of the right word -- and no way in hell was he going to use something as melodramatic as "dire" or anything like that. Especially because it fucking wasn't.

Maybe, he thought, he was just too tired to be anything but bored. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, and wished that the tiredness were physical; then maybe he could sleep. But it was something in his mind, and normally he would be fighting it, but at the moment he was too bored.

A self-perpetuating cycle? he wondered. Might be.

Why the hell didn't he care? It

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Urahara made patently sure to stick the arm with the pitcher of juice through the doorway before Renji had the bright idea to slam the door shut on him, or somesuch, because Urahara was a man very used to doors slamming in his face. Renji would be less likely to deny him entrance if it meant breaking the pitcher of juice all over his floor, where it could dry and get sticky and irritate the housekeeping girls.

He wasn't so sure Renji wouldn't slam it on his arm if he hadn't been holding a pitcher full of apple juice, but there you have it. He made his way into the room, patently ignoring Renji's protests. "Nonsense," Urahara said, tutting at the red-haired boy, "Go away? I spent twenty minutes slaving over a perfectly room-temperature counter to make this for you, so you ought at least pretend to politely eat it. I'm worried, you know. You shouldn't be skipping meals

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Staring at Urahara, Renji said nothing for a few moments -- he was too busy wondering if he was serious. Hell, even the fact that Urahara had pushed past him into the room passed by his awareness for a few moments -- when he did realize what had happened, he slammed the door shut and glowered for all he was worth. "I'm not--" He didn't even know where to begin. There were just so many things to reply to what Urahara had said (and fuck, the guy was really an expert at blathering, wasn't he? Renji thought darkly), not to mention he could go with yelling at the therapist to get the hell out. Renji took a deep breath

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Urahara could feel Renji's eyes, heavy on the back of his neck, and it made the short hairs there bristle nervously; poking at the boy was like poking at your neighbor's beardog. And yet Urahara kept doing it. He wondered why he couldn't stop, and assumed he just considered it another extension of his job, in many ways. He carefully set the tray down on the table (all four-man-serving's worth), and then the jug of juice. He followed it up by standing near a chair, hand rubbing the armrest to see if Renji would give him permission to sit or just continue staring at Urahara with his his exotic little eyes and intriguing tattoos.

He reminded Urahara of those sorts of sailors that went to South Pacific islands and came back covered in ink. He liked the thought of that; that Renji was finding his own way in the world.

"Firstly," he said, mimicking Renji's own conversation structure. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Secondly, what my job is is immaterial. What I want to do is make sure you're feeling well, as a person,