Name(s): Ichigo, Orihime (and Tatsuki, I'm looking at you!) Location: Hufflepuff Common Room Week: 31 Time: Before we do the Time Warp again! Rating: PG. Ish.
Orihime took one last nervous look at her reflection. She was pretty sure that the dress looked alright on her (she'd had to lengthen it and take out the front a little so it fit comfortably) but for some reason the butterflies in her tummy just wouldn't fly away~
At least Ichigo had said he'd liked the dress. She wiggled happily to herself, immensely pleased with that. He'd been a little strange about it at first, but now was going to get to wear it and have fun! Humming to herself, she set out for the common room. She took the stairs two at a time, practically skipping in her excitement.
"Kurosaki-kun!?" she called when she'd almost reached the bottom of the stairs, wondering if she'd beaten him there or not. Ah- there he was, sitting in one of the armchairs, scowling at the world like he did sometimes. "There you are! Are you all read-" Distracted, Orihime continued down the stairs and missed the next step. Feeling herself unbalance she put her arms out and flailled, trying desperately (and unsuccessfully) to stay upright.
Tatsuki swooped over from the armchair she'd been sitting in to catch Orihime by the arm and steady her. "Whoa, 'Hime, don't fall down. It'd be a shame if nobody bothered to catch you," she added, mock-glaring at Ichigo out of the corner of her eye. Since this had been so last-second, she'd been unable to procure a fancy outfit for the party, so she was also dressed pretty casually.
She smiled more warmly at Orihime. "You look fantastic, 'Hime-chan! You'll knock the whole party dead in that." If Kurosaki didn't get to it first. Which was why she'd helped Orihim pick it out in the first place.
Ichigo half-rose from his chair to catch Orihime as she fell, but Tatsuki got there first. He caught her glare and only scowled back harder, falling back into the armchair. "I was gonna catch her," he muttered.
He looked at Orihime properly then, and abruptly wished he hadn't. If one was looking closely, or knew him well enough, a faint blush might have been evident. He definitely didn't want to examine that thought too carefully, though.
The thing stirred in the back of his mind, but it had quieted down since he'd fought Ikkaku that afternoon, and it was easy enough to shove it back. He looked over at Orihime again, and swallowed slightly. She looked great. Too great. Ichigo was going to have to kill some people tonight, it was his duty as a friend.
"Ah! Tatsuki-chan!" Orihime, having readied herself for an ungracious landing at the bottom of the stairs, blinked in surprsie, then beamed up at her best friend. "Thank you!" She leant on the other girl's arm, steadying herself. "It's all thanks to your good taste!" Orihime replied with just a little twirl to show how pleased she was with the dress. "You're the one who picked it~"
She looked over at Ichigo to find him watching the two of them with a strange look. The butterflies returned and she adjusted her skirt self-consciously.
"Ne- Tatsuki!" She exclaimed, suddenly noticing something. "Neither you or Kurosaki-kun got dressed up!" She crossed her arms and pouted at the two of them. "Won't I look silly if I'm the only one dressed up!?"
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At least Ichigo had said he'd liked the dress. She wiggled happily to herself, immensely pleased with that. He'd been a little strange about it at first, but now was going to get to wear it and have fun! Humming to herself, she set out for the common room. She took the stairs two at a time, practically skipping in her excitement.
"Kurosaki-kun!?" she called when she'd almost reached the bottom of the stairs, wondering if she'd beaten him there or not. Ah- there he was, sitting in one of the armchairs, scowling at the world like he did sometimes. "There you are! Are you all read-"
Distracted, Orihime continued down the stairs and missed the next step. Feeling herself unbalance she put her arms out and flailled, trying desperately (and unsuccessfully) to stay upright.
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She smiled more warmly at Orihime. "You look fantastic, 'Hime-chan! You'll knock the whole party dead in that." If Kurosaki didn't get to it first. Which was why she'd helped Orihim pick it out in the first place.
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He looked at Orihime properly then, and abruptly wished he hadn't. If one was looking closely, or knew him well enough, a faint blush might have been evident. He definitely didn't want to examine that thought too carefully, though.
The thing stirred in the back of his mind, but it had quieted down since he'd fought Ikkaku that afternoon, and it was easy enough to shove it back. He looked over at Orihime again, and swallowed slightly. She looked great. Too great. Ichigo was going to have to kill some people tonight, it was his duty as a friend.
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She looked over at Ichigo to find him watching the two of them with a strange look. The butterflies returned and she adjusted her skirt self-consciously.
"Ne- Tatsuki!" She exclaimed, suddenly noticing something. "Neither you or Kurosaki-kun got dressed up!" She crossed her arms and pouted at the two of them. "Won't I look silly if I'm the only one dressed up!?"
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