[Thread] They're Restless

[triggerbound]

Who: Debitt, Hichigo, anyone that might need to intervene later? XD
What: Beating the crap out of one another
When: Now, after Debitt sent a few chairs out his window
Where: Hichigo's room, 1104
Rating: PG-13(?) for violence and potty mouths?

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[shirosakihichi]

Immediately after his door had been kicked down, Hichigo had launched Zangetsu-- who, told by the scratch makrs made in the ceiling and floor, he'd been swinging by the cloth again-- through the air to lodge into the wall next to the intruder's head. Golden eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed the challenger up and down appraisingly, a frown growing on his face. This one didn't look like much of a challenge. Maybe looks were deceiving, though...

"So you're the whiny guy who likes to break eardrums?" he asked, casually flicking his wrist back to dislodge Zangetsu and send it sailing back towards him, catching the great sword by the hilt.

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As the Zangetsu lodged itself into the wall, Debitt let out a shout that consisted, possibly, of several different and colorful profanities that had been muddled together. That, he decided as he watching Zangetsu return to its owner, was a very very big sword. And it had left a very very big hole in the wall, which Debitt proceeded to poke with the barrel of his revolver.

"...name's Debitt." He smirked and turned to face Hichigo. "And you're the asshole, yeah?"

[ooc: And I thought I would have to wait a bit longer to use this icon. XD;]

[shirosakihichi]

Hichigo couldn't resist the grin that spread across his face at Debitt's reaction to Zangetsu. Though, he was curious about the item Debitt held-- being a Hollow who'd been stuck inside another for pretty much his whole life, Hichigo hadn't learned about guns, and so the revolver caught his curiousity. Such a tiny item... did the fool really plan to fight him with just that?

"I'll stick with whiny guy~" Hichigo taunted at the introduction, grin fading into a smirk that would've scared the devil. "Shirosaki Hichigo."

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"Fine then, asshole," he retorted, brushing the plaster off of his jacket. "Let's go."

Debitt stopped for a moment and looked to the side, his mouth half open, as if he intended to say something but stopped himself. To any onlooker, it was nothing but a split second moment of hesitation. To Debitt, it was a moment in which he realized he had no Jasdero to fight beside him, no twin to help him manifest his more...interesting techniques. This, Debitt realized, might be a bad idea.

Of course, Debitt saw little opportunity to back out now, and stuck his tongue out mockingly before firing at Hichigo.