[ well!! after the trial, ichiro vanishes for a while. eventually, though, he finds his way to the library, and he's walking in a beeline for the moonbucks, his hood up, hand shoved in his pockets. after a moment of conversation, he steps away from the moonbucks with some napkins shoved into his pocket and a cup of what looks like straight up ice in his hand, then goes to sit at one of the tables, and dumps some other stuff out of his pockets - a roll of bandages, a little pair of scissors.
enough watching will reveal that he's doing this because the knuckles on his right hand are all bloody and scratched up. wonder why that happened!
No it's complete chance that he notices Ichiro, and then after wandering over out of curiosity, he notices The Situation and at that point runs at full tilt over to him.]
[ this surprises him - it doesn't seem like ichiro was paying much attention to the world around him. he looks up at tsyukusa, and then down at his hand. ]
I - [ a pause, and he just ruffles his other hand through his own hair, scrubbing his face and taking a deep breath. ] It's fine, Tsuyukusa. I did it. I'm fine.
he - stops, at that look? and then snorts, shakes his head, and taps his knuckles. ] This. I mean this. I punched the wall a couple times. I did that to myself.
[ he reaches up and touches under it briefly with one hand. right... ichiro looks a little sheepish. ] I was sparring with Crow and we got too into it. He's got a matching one. I forgot about it, does it look bad...?
[ here is ichiro! he looks.. better, though still not great. the bruise on his nose is a brownish, yellowish color, though the cut on his face seems to have healed up. he's not wheezing like he was earlier, when he talks, either. ]
...yeah. Hope healed me up, I think. [ with a little nod. he's also got a blanket and a scarf wrapped around his neck? wow.... someone was nice ] 'm okay.
[ he turns his right hand around so tsuyukusa can see it. there's a very clear burn there - a lichtenberg figure that's burned up into his fingertips, goes around where he usually wears a ring, and seems to continue up the arm of his sweatshirt.
however, it is much less severe than it was before - just angry and red now, instead of covered in blisters. ]
You got hit by lightning? [Instinctively reaching out, to pick up Ichiro's hand and inspect the rare sort of injury. But as he does, of course there's a memory (1)(2)(3). Tsuyukusa kneels next to the body of his father, who died years ago, whose body had been stolen and puppeted by the Yakou for years, who'd been forced to attack him, and now, at the end, had gave his life to protect Tsuyukusa again. Everything he'd learned, all his powers, they couldn't do a thing in the end, he didn't want to say goodbye, not again, but-
[ ichiro was writing when the entire thing went down with lila and therefore missed out on yelling at tsuyukusa, but it was kinda hard to miss the shouting around it, so. once things have cooled down a little, he goes where he's pretty sure tsuyukusa has to be right now - out to the woods.
and, eventually, he just calls out to him, hands in his pockets. ] ...Tsuyukusa?
...just that I know that must've hit you somewhere pretty personal.
[ he's been known about tsuyukusa's npc status, after all. ] And that I know when you're angry and upset, you say things you don't mean, cause I do it, too.
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w1 post trial
enough watching will reveal that he's doing this because the knuckles on his right hand are all bloody and scratched up. wonder why that happened!
anyway hello yea he is here ]
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No it's complete chance that he notices Ichiro, and then after wandering over out of curiosity, he notices The Situation and at that point runs at full tilt over to him.]
What-when did that happen!?
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I - [ a pause, and he just ruffles his other hand through his own hair, scrubbing his face and taking a deep breath. ] It's fine, Tsuyukusa. I did it. I'm fine.
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[He's stock still.]
Did what.
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he - stops, at that look? and then snorts, shakes his head, and taps his knuckles. ] This. I mean this. I punched the wall a couple times. I did that to myself.
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week 2 friday
How can you be cooking at a time like this?
[It's not like people still need to eat even if there's been murders!!]
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he glances up from where he's at the counter chopping vegetables. tsuyukusa will see he's got a blossoming black eye. ]
... Keeps me from punching something? It's productive. [ a beat, and then he shakes his head, remembering his manners. ] ...hey, Tsuyukusa.
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[He's already rummaging in his shirt? Pulling out a little bag.]
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[ he reaches up and touches under it briefly with one hand. right... ichiro looks a little sheepish. ] I was sparring with Crow and we got too into it. He's got a matching one. I forgot about it, does it look bad...?
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week 3, Thursday
Did someone take care of your injuries already?
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...yeah. Hope healed me up, I think. [ with a little nod. he's also got a blanket and a scarf wrapped around his neck? wow.... someone was nice ] 'm okay.
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[HE HAS TO MAKE SURE.]
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however, it is much less severe than it was before - just angry and red now, instead of covered in blisters. ]
See?
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You got hit by lightning?
[Instinctively reaching out, to pick up Ichiro's hand and inspect the rare sort of injury. But as he does, of course there's a memory (1) (2) (3). Tsuyukusa kneels next to the body of his father, who died years ago, whose body had been stolen and puppeted by the Yakou for years, who'd been forced to attack him, and now, at the end, had gave his life to protect Tsuyukusa again. Everything he'd learned, all his powers, they couldn't do a thing in the end, he didn't want to say goodbye, not again, but-
That was all he could do.]
Shit...
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I want to fight.
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but, eventually. ]
Sparring, or what
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Yeah, that.
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gym. cmon.
[ and he will be there when tsuyukusa shows up! he can't. really spar? he's still severely injured but it's
fine ]
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When he shows up he already sort of looks like a mess, his hair's more anime messy than usual and his eyes seem a bit puffy.]
Hey.
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w7, saturday
and, eventually, he just calls out to him, hands in his pockets. ] ...Tsuyukusa?
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Did you come to yell at me too?
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[ he will come over! and stand under the tree, hands on his hips and looking up. ]
You probably can guess what I'm gonna say, right?
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[Looking down at him but still remaining on his perch.]u
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[ he's been known about tsuyukusa's npc status, after all. ] And that I know when you're angry and upset, you say things you don't mean, cause I do it, too.
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