Week 3

[bladeisme]

[Well. He'd heard about her partner dying, and...he wanted to see how she was after all that, even if she was kind of rude and aggressive. She acted like she cared about him, so...

...Plus, if he lost his own partner, he'd feel absolutely destroyed. So...maybe it's those feelings that make him want to come check in on her.]

Hey, um...How're you doing?

[This said when he manages to find her, in a place slightly away from the crush of the streets so they can talk in private.]

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[paook]

Hm.

[ miki is kneeling on the ground at the moment, putting down some pellet food for akira... well, akira the chickenpig that is. the creature flaps its wing and begins pecking at the food awkwardly, its head a little too large for that motion, and miki pushes off the ground to stand. ]

Honestly? Pretty shitty.

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG i hate college

[bladeisme]

[He gives the chickenpig a small look, because that thing is an abomination before god and man, but yet it still lives somehow. It almost gives him hope for his own future, really.

Anyway, Miki's response isn't surprising - and he nods, a sad expression flitting across his face.]

I'm....I'm sorry. About Inuyasha, I mean. I'm - assuming you two were close?

no problem

[paook]

...Not really. I mean, we were, but it wasn't a bond from knowing him. He and I just understood each other.

[ a pack mentality, maybe? a feeling of familiarity she can't have with most people here. ]

Were you? Close to him, I mean.

[bladeisme]

...I see.

[He can kind of get where she's coming from - There have been people he's understood before without being too close to them, after all.]

No, not really. I only talked to him...Once, I think. He seemed like an alright guy, even if he was kind of a jerk.

[paook]

He was a jerk. And he had a bad attitude. But... he was also the closest thing I knew to home. [ her voice is forlorn and with a nostalgia only she can maybe understand. ] I'm not like the rest of you. It's harder for me to relate to others.

[bladeisme]

[For a moment?

Ichigo's face changes when she says 'harder to relate to others.' It's almost like there's someone so much older, so much more tired looking at her. Someone who's been alienated from other people to the point he's become utterly numb.

And then it fades, as if it had never been there in the first place.]

...I see. That's - got to be rough.

[The words are clumsy, and he winces - but he's trying.]

Do you - I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, but...do you want to talk about it? Where you come from, I mean.