（ just his (their??? you poor bastard) luck. ichigo sighs, which halfway turns into a growl of frustration, and then he just drops down on the bed he'd so lately hefted upwards. now that he hasn't been fighting for more than a few minutes, the adrenaline is starting to bleed out of his system, and even though his wounds are healed... exhaustion hits him full force.
he puts his head in his hands for a few seconds, trying to think. smoke does not, in fact, escape from his ears, but it's a near thing. fingers curl and tighten in a violent shock of orange hair, and then he drops his hands away with an annoyed noise of disgust. ）
Okay. We just need to put our heads together. We're in a room, we both had this weird freakin' dream, we can't just bust out with force. There's got to be something here, some sort of key.
（ or a time limit. he's reminded almost uncomfortably of that girl's dollhouse fullbring — but if it's anything like that, they might have to fight. this guy seems like a normal human — even without reiatsu, ichigo just doesn't think of himself as being one of them anymore. he's got too many things warring for genetic supremacy in his blood, whether it's quincy or hollow or shinigami or whatever the hell else. but he makes the decision right then and there — even if that is the key, he's not going to touch the guy. ）
Ah, for fuck's sake —
（ he gets up and just straight-up kicks the nightstand over, which makes the letter flutter to the floor. he looks at it for a moment, and then picks it up. he makes a face at it, and then holds it out. ）
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he puts his head in his hands for a few seconds, trying to think. smoke does not, in fact, escape from his ears, but it's a near thing. fingers curl and tighten in a violent shock of orange hair, and then he drops his hands away with an annoyed noise of disgust. ）
Okay. We just need to put our heads together. We're in a room, we both had this weird freakin' dream, we can't just bust out with force. There's got to be something here, some sort of key.
（ or a time limit. he's reminded almost uncomfortably of that girl's dollhouse fullbring — but if it's anything like that, they might have to fight. this guy seems like a normal human — even without reiatsu, ichigo just doesn't think of himself as being one of them anymore. he's got too many things warring for genetic supremacy in his blood, whether it's quincy or hollow or shinigami or whatever the hell else. but he makes the decision right then and there — even if that is the key, he's not going to touch the guy. ）
Ah, for fuck's sake —
（ he gets up and just straight-up kicks the nightstand over, which makes the letter flutter to the floor. he looks at it for a moment, and then picks it up. he makes a face at it, and then holds it out. ）
Do you read English? I'm shit at it.