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[1stguardian]

Who: Ashura-ou (wishmadeinfire) and Ichigo (1stguardian)
What: A bit of friendly sparring
When: Backdated to after this conversation but prior to Fai's death
Where: One of the lower levels
Warnings: None that I know of
Notes: I'm starting this in prose, just because I'm used to it and I fail at setting up logs, but we can change it to action as soon as you'd like.

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[wishmadeinfire]

Admittedly, it took some time for Ashura to figure out how one could open up the message he was sent, but eventually got it (and it reinforced the fact he would, in fact, need to learn how to use this thing with more of a complete sense of understanding). It took him by surprise, the invitation, though it was not a bad surprise in the least. He had not heard from Ichigo for a few days, so he had thought the other might not be interested, but this was a significant lifting to his mood.

Changing his clothing into something more appropriate for a sparring, and bidding Fai a fair well for the moment, he headed down to the lower levels of the ship as the other had said he would be. It took him a moment to navigate his way there, but he managed.

"Kurosaki?" he called as he padded down the steps.

[1stguardian]

“Right here,” Ichigo said, lifting a hand in greeting as he stepped into Ashura’s line of sight.

He hadn’t been waiting that long. In fact, though he’d never admit it, he’d gotten lost on the way down. The damn place was just too big, and if there was a map anywhere, he hadn’t managed to find it yet. It was probably on the guide, everything seemed to be on the guide, but Ichigo tended to be impatient and hadn’t bothered to fully explore the thing.

Giving him a faint smile, Ichigo let his hand fall to his side. “Sorry about the short notice. I just couldn’t sit around anymore.” He shrugged, dismissing his restlessness as unimportant and not worth further consideration. “Oh, and you can call me Ichigo. Formality’s kind of lost on me.”

[wishmadeinfire]

Laughter bubbled up from Ashura at the youth's exuberance, the sound like whispering leaves and falling water (which never did help people determine if he was male or female).

"I understand the feeling. I am used to having much more to do than sit around in a garden all day and contemplate what flower it is I am looking at," he agreed with the orange-headed boy. He nodded in recognition, though of course he had thought that 'Kurosaki' was his first name. It seemed not. "And a spar will be much a better way to pass the time."

[1stguardian]

Looking at flowers all day? And he thought his day was dull. Not that there was anything wrong with flowers, per se. They were nice enough, but they didn’t do anything. As far as Ichigo was concerned, fish would be more interesting.

“Listen, you get stuck with the flowers, give me a call, okay?” Much as he knew the guide wasn’t a phone, old habits were hard to break. “I’ll spar whenever you want.” Even if he got his ass handed to him today, a possibility he was more than willing to consider, Ichigo meant it. He’d never turn down an opportunity to spar. Or save a potential friend from boredom.