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[strawberried]

What the--

[ a wet cough, labored breathing, other various "I'm in serious pain" noises ]

Sh-Shit. Gr--I remem--

[ thump ]

[[ooc; So. You know how Ichigo is a pincushion? Yeah. But instead of opening up all his wounds at once -- which would mean INSTANT DEATH -- I'll just be opening them up one at a time. :D First up? Grand Fisher.]]

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[wingstock]

.....where are you?

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[strawberried]

[ a weak kind of strained chuckle escapes his lips, barely noticeable as a chuckle but hey, he's light-headed and groggy from blood loss. typical Rukia. ]

Wh-Wha' the... hell're you sorry for?

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[wingstock]

[she glares at him...is he laughing at her? she'll lock him in a room with all of her rabbits when this is over and see if he's laughing then....

...a slight sigh muffled by the fact that she's swallowing an uncomfortable feeling in her throat...slides down to rest in her chest...she doesn't like this and while it should go without saying, it's more along the lines of: she can't stand it....

...Ichigo blames himself, and she tells him it's stupid...he's stupid. Rukia blames herself too though, even if it is no better founded than his own claim. ]

I told you not to say anything...you never listen...what's wrong with you.

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[strawberried]

[ yeah, maybe he's laughing at her a little, because he finds the situation extremely funny right now... for some reason... though he's not sure why. but he sobers up again as he looks up at her, her expression downcast, grave. ]

What's... th'matter?

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[wingstock]

[ her impulse is to hit him when he doesn't listen to her right in front of her face, but that of course, would be contrary to what she is trying to do right now which is make him whole again, so she refrains.

Barely.

...and she opens her mouth to tell him exactly what the matter is...but closes it eventually and shakes her head....it's going to be a long day.]

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[strawberried]

[ frowns stubbornly at her, for what it's worth, but it feels harder and harder to stay focused. all he knows is he wants her to stop looking like that. ]

Wh-What's wrong?

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[wingstock]

[ he's pretty well healed now...the blood loss will make him sleepy though, weak, she imagines...she knows. His head is on her lap now and when he asks her that question she ignores him, turning instead, careful to let him down to the floor gently, pondering the likelihood of moving him into his bed since the ground is no place for a recuperating body, curse or no curse...]

I'll tell you later.

[ She's lying, but then, he's too weak to argue, she'll wager, or even notice. ]

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[strawberried]

[ her lap is soft, he thinks. comfortable. that's about the only coherent thought going through his head for a while, at least until he looks up at her again, suddenly remembering the thread of their conversation. ]

Liar.

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[wingstock]

[ And so she's frowning again down at him, he doesn't look like he wants to move....so she's just leaning against the side of his bed as she looks away and makes a non-committal sound under her breath, he doesn't need any more kidou, healing...just rest...a bit...he didn't take too long that night....to get back on his feet...the idiot...telling her...he wanted...

...he wanted to be a shinigami a little while longer...was that it?

A little while...hn....odd how things spiraled out of control...well, their control.

It's been more than a little while, she thinks with undue softness, and she's just hoping no one else is affected but she knows luck doesn't really run in their direction that way.

Glancing briefly down at him when he calls her a liar, she arches a brow, a front, a cover to say: oh? ]

...of course.

[the sarcasm is palpable, even if he's right...she's not about to say so.]

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[strawberried]

[ even her face is blurring in his vision, and staying awake just doesn't seem as appealing anymore, even though she's still making that face. that stupid face. ]

Stupid... face...

[ blinks once, twice, before his eyes close for good, his breathing evening out. the pain in his chest is muted now, almost gone thanks to her efforts, and now he feels overwhelmingly tired. he murmurs something vaguely like her name before falling asleep, his head still perched comfortably in her lap. ]