Feigning all the trials and the tribulations

[asano_san]

Who: Keigo (asano_san) and Ichigo (1stguardian)
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Keigo's apartment
Summary: Just friends hanging out, acting like normal teenagers for once, which might lead to Ichigo getting a few things off his chest and Keigo being a surprisingly decent listener.

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[1stguardian]

Had he known about them, Ichigo could have related to Keigo's social woes. Since coming to Siren's Port, he'd spent more time around the people trying to kill him back home than people whose first inclination, upon seeing him, would not be to stab him, rip him apart, or inflict some other act of violence on him. And it was wearing on him, adding another level of stress to a situation with which he still hadn't come to terms. While he'd never willingly admit it, Keigo's call had been exactly what he needed.

So when Keigo opened the door, Ichigo met him with a pizza, a six-pack of soda, and a mild grin. Such was his good mood that the grin didn't waver at the very obvious observation. Nor did he follow it up with a sarcastic remark.

"Didn't think I'd flake out on you, did I?" It was jokingly asked, and the grin grew just a little more pronounced. "How can I? You still haven't wiped the floor with me in Dragon Death Punch or whatever it's called."

[asano_san]

Ichigo was still friendly and happy to see him. Maybe being in Siren's Port too long had messed with his head.

"You never know!" But Keigo's protest faded into a teasing smile when Ichigo mentioned wiping the floor with him. "At least you know who the video game master is." Ichigo may have spent all his time saving the real world, but he had some skill of his own at saving fictional kingdoms.

Keigo walked towards the living room to turn on the console. If they were going to play a game, there was no point in just standing around. "Do you want me to get some plates or should we just eat out of the box?"

[1stguardian]

"Yeah, that's it," Ichigo agreed, rolling his eyes. Video game master. Right.

But he didn't say anything more about it as he followed Keigo further into the apartment. It wasn't like he could argue against it anyway. He enjoyed playing the games, and did his best to beat them, but over the last few years, he'd lost the time necessary to devote to them. By no stretch of the imagination could he be considered a gamer.

"If you're worried about Ishida having fit, you should probably get some plates. Otherwise, no matter how careful we are, crumbs will end up all over the floor."