She invited him in. After spending much (though not all) of the day with him, he supposes it just seemed natural to her to do so. For the moment, she's busied herself with another task and he's once again wandering the place, feeling the textures of the chairs, tracing his fingers along the stitching.
Since that first day, things have gone easier. No screaming over things he can't change. No disappearances on her part either. Comparatively, things are easy. He thought the inner world gave him too much time, but he sees now, there's a stark difference in having time when there are things one can actually do in it.
When not at her side, he's gone about trying to investigate what he can. He doesn't get much in the way of escapes, but there's certainly no shortage of experience. She, too, seems to keep plenty busy without him, as evidenced by little things here and there.
Like a picture on the table. He walks up slow to it, eyes narrowing. He snatches it up, gives it a glance over, and then lifts it up for her to see as he asks, "Hey, Mom! What's this supposed to be?"
Masaki is currently busy cleaning off and storing the fruit that she's managed to gather while they were out. It's barely been more than a few days, but it's still nice to have something fresh in the house. There's also some wildflowers that she plucked from the field, sitting in a small cup filled with water. A splash of bright color to make the place feel more homey.
She turns to look when he calls for her--the name registering a little quicker than the days before. She recognizes the picture even quicker.
"It looks like a picture," she teases him, like that much isn't obvious. "Zephyr drew it for me, after I wrote to them. I wasn't sure what to do with it." That's a bit of a lie. She knows she's going to keep it, and considered hanging it on the fridge... But it feels wrong. There should be other pictures there, ones from her own children. Having one from a child that she's only just met feels strangely like a betrayal.
He rolls his eyes at her initial explanation. Yes, a picture, he can see that. He waits, and she does in fact continue.
But there's something about the answer that doesn't satisfy. He stays quiet, searching her face, expecting more and getting nothing.
So he asks, "So, what, do you not like it or something? You could probably just throw it out if that's the case. Or make a paper airplane." He looks at it again, trying to make heads and tails of what exactly the kid is supposed to be.
"No, I do like it!" She's quick to answer there, just in case he gets it into his head to do something to the picture himself. She stows the rest of the fruits in a bowl on the counter and walks over to join Zangetsu in looking at the picture.
"I was going to put it on the fridge. It's the kind of picture that feels like it belongs on a fridge. But... They sound like a sweet child, but they're not..." She trails off, unsure of how to phrase the end of that sentence. They're not her children feels too blunt, even if it's the truth.
She's probably right to stop him from causing some small destruction. He's never made a paper airplane before and it'd probably be fun. But his attention is on her again and he forgets that impulse.
Her words trail off. He doesn't immediately get it, what she's trying to say. It takes a good few moments of frowning at her before it hits.
The picture is set down. "Wait here," He commands, and just like that, without any further explanation, he's heading out the door.
He comes back with a boxy thing in his hands, his expression unreadable and his eyes fixed on it. He speaks the moment he walks into the room. "I told you Ichigo and I got swept up in some crazy... game or other. There was a lot of stuff around, fakes to make it all seem real, so it's not perfect but I figure we can just cover that part with a magnet." The rectangular object is turned and tilted just slightly her way.
It's a photo frame. The glass has been shattered and the cracks spiderweb over the picture. All familiar faces; a woman and a man, a boy and two young girls, somewhere sunny at what's probably a beach. The cracks in the glass converge over the sixth face, completely blocking it out. "I don't know how or why it got here, but I may as well pass it along until you can get the real ones back."
Without giving her much a chance to react, he starts pulling the frame apart over the table, the glass creaking but not entirely giving way as he slips the photo out. He moves for the fridge grabs a magnet and sticks it down over the face of the intruder before stepping aside. Five remaining faces smile back at her.
She doesn't know where he's going at first. He simply tells her to wait here and leaves, like he has some kind of solution to her strangely muddled feelings about all of this. With not much else to do, she waits with the picture in her hands, mulling over what to do with it.
He returns after a while, and her head lifts to see what he's brought with him. She's not able to catch a glimpse of what it is until he tilts it her way. What she sees knocks the wind out of her, leaving her breathless.
It her family--but as she remembers them. Mostly. It doesn't escape her notice that there's an additional face within the picture, but she's too overwhelmed to comment on it. She doesn't stop him as he goes to pry the picture out of the frame and put it up on the fridge. She only approaches it once it's up, secured with a magnet over the face that she doesn't remember. Her fingers reach out to touch the photo, tracing the faces of her husband and her children as she blinks back tears.
"Thank you," she says quietly, smiling despite the way her eyes leak. "This is perfect." She moves the photo just a little, positioning it so it's dead center on the upper part of the fridge. Then she hangs Zephyr's picture on the lower part, guilt-free.
His face stays blank. She traces the same faces he'd traced over, but her feelings on it come much clearer than his. She smiles and her eyes start to shine, immediately making him stiffen in place.
He turns away at her gratitude, uncomfortable with the sincerity of it. His arms fold over his chest and he shrugs. "It's not of any use to me."
And he's come here often enough already, but he doesn't say that. He's not going to imply that he wants to see it.
"We're all too old now for little kid drawings like that, but I'd bet if you asked at home, Dad's saved literally everything." He rolls his eyes.
He acts standoffish, like it's no big deal that he went back to his house to fetch this for her. That her gratitude is unnecessary. That it's annoying for her husband to have saved so many silly keepsakes. But she smiles wider for all of it.
"I'm glad. When we get home, I'll make sure to ask. I want to see every one of them." Maybe she'll rotate them in and out on the fridge back home, though that's likely to embarrass her kids at this age. It might be funny for a while, but maybe they're better suited for a scrapbook. Something that she can treasure privately as she catches up on everything she missed.
Her heart feels so full, it hard to keep control of herself. She wipes at her eyes a bit, trying to get them to stop tearing up like they are. It works a little bit, even more after she takes in a breath and lets it out slowly.
"What...kind of game were you in that you would get something like this?" She never really asked about that part. It was all kinda brushed over, and there's been so much that's been happening. This is the first time she's gotten a chance to really wonder about what kind of place he was in before this.
That smile is the only thing that keeps him from being completely on edge. She's not crying, but she could, easily, and he just can't stop bracing for the rain to drop down on him even here.
But she does smile, so relieved, so joyous, over something so simple as a picture. He can't imagine how it will be when she's home. Will it rain then? Or will the sweet outweigh the bitter and bring him blinding blue skies? Will he be able to stand watching it all through Ichigo's eyes? Could he stand to miss a moment?
He shakes himself of those thoughts, just in time for her to ask that question. "Maybe Game is the wrong word. It was more like we were being toyed with."
One hand rises up to run through his hair, brushing back long tresses. He moves to the counter and leans against it, looking down through the floor as he recalls. "I woke up like this in some kind of coffeshop. Ichigo walked in looking like he was lost. Everyone could see me, but I'll admit, I was-" Caught in the memory of his last moments, of they year as Ichigo, of seeing him again just like that. "-Distracted. Ichigo and I started fighting, like we always do. Only everyone around kept trying to stop us. I said some things and then... time just... went back. Like rewinding a tape. And when we tried to leave, it did the same thing. No one seemed to notice but Ichigo and I. They kept calling me Shirou and called us brothers. They insisted that I worked there and Ichigo worked at some other shop."
And then he makes a face, one that's unhappy but also warped like he still doesn't believe what he says then. "I've been stuck making humans their stupid coffee orders for days." He shakes his head. "But, doing that was the only way to keep it from going back. It was like someone had rewritten the world for us. We had apartments filled with junk, Ichigo was in a band, people acted like they knew us." His expression darkens. "One of them tried talking about you. Ichigo decked him even before I could. That sent us back again too." To be honest, in retrospect, it was worth it.
He shrugs that off. "I didn't let us go forward again until Ichigo started listening to me. We went about trying to get our power back and the plan was that once he had that, we'd both be able to get back, he'd have the power he'd missed so bad, and I wouldn't be stuck living as him in nonexistence again. We didn't get much a chance to figure the place out before I ended up here with you. All we knew was that something wanted us to play along with their plans."
She listens attentively as he explains where he's been. For the most part, there's concern etched in her brow, as soon as he mentions being toyed with. His interactions with Ichigo, the mention of being brothers, and especially their reactions to someone mentioning her... None of it sets her at ease. The worst part is knowing that her son might still be back there.
"...Do you think Ichigo might still be in that place?" she asks, unable to resist voicing her concerns.
He frowns, down at and through the floor. "I don't know," He admits, voice quieter for once. "One second I was there the next I was with you."
Could he be lost somewhere between here and there? Could he be home? Or is he still trapped, alone this time?
"If he had power, I have no doubt he could escape on his own." And he'd kick ass of whoever was responsible easily. The brief flicker of a smirk fades. "But I'm here. I'm the manifestation of that power. I don't think he can get it all back without me."
No, he knows he can't. And maybe, maybe there's some Quincy power left behind. Maybe Ichigo could work out that and get by on it (there's a spike of fear and jealous, however brief), despite all his hopelessness otherwise. But he hasn't heard that other spirit at all. When the two of them went down, they went down together. He very dearly does not want to think about that.
"Which is just another reason why I'll have to get back to him. We usually gain power in tandem, but if I have to do it alone, I know I can. I'll get it back, and I'll find him. Wherever he happens to be."
She nods along with what he says. If Ichigo is still trapped in that other world, then it's imperative that they get him out. She can't go home without him, no matter how much Zangetsu might want her to. But that leads her thoughts in another direction--specifically, towards what she's learned about this place.
"That young man you mentioned before--the one wearing the suits. I talked to him earlier. He told me that there's a way out of here. If Zephyr, the god here, grows strong enough, they can take down the walls and we're free to come and go as we please. Even to other worlds." She pauses a moment, letting that sink in, and then adds: "We can find Ichigo. And we can go home. All of us, together."
He'll get her home. And then, if Ichigo's not there, he'll find him. Even if it means scouring all sorts of worlds, he will find Ichigo. He's already made up his mind on that.
He's surprised by what, at first, seems to be a change in topic. As she explains, his brows only hike higher.
We can go home. All of us together. She makes him ache so badly sometimes.
He focuses on the other part of that. "Are you suggesting we train this kid? I can teach a fair bit but I don't know the first thing about being a god." He wants to be relieved that there is an option, but he has to wonder exactly how this kid gets stronger, and how strong they need to be.
"I don't know anything about gods, either, but we might as well try. If it means going home, you'd be willing to give it a shot, wouldn't you?" She knows that she would, and she's pretty sure that he feels the same way.
"Obviously I would!" He says, but his face screws up and his hand rises to go through his hair. His breath comes out in a rush and he shakes his head.
"The things I do for this guy," He mutters to himself. "Trying to teach him anything was a pain enough." Then to her, louder and looking her way, "alright, so we get our powers back, we teach the kid to fight, right? Kid gets strong enough, we hop on out of here. You want to bet it will be harder or easier than it sounds?"
She doesn't remark on the muttering, but she does hear it. It's a patient sort of smile that she gives him, in light of what seems like exasperation to her. But ultimately he seems to be on board with this plan.
"Mmm... Are we placing actual bets?" She's not sure which way she would wager. She hopes easier, but she gets the impression that he thinks it might be harder.
"I don't know if it's strictly fighting that we'll be teaching them. Like I said, I don't know what god things entail. I don't know what kind of strength they'll need, but I'm sure we'll figure something out." They're both determined enough. Between the two of them, they'll find a plan of attack.
He considers, then wryly says, "... Probably not, I don't have a thing to my name let alone a name of my own, but we can bet in the spirit of it."
And with what she says, he's definitely betting harder. He lets loose a puff of breath.
"Fighting's my expertise. Fighting and survival. If I'm teaching like it's school lessons or like I'm the kid's babysitter then we are going to get absolutely nowhere." But. "...We'll figure it out." He does at least have faith in that.
She laughs a little. Something tells her that she wouldn't be expecting much babysitting out of him. But that's fine.
"I think between the two of us, we can cover a lot." Even if no one else lends a hand--and she doubts that will be the case, but even without that, there's a lot of teaching experience between the two of them. "We'll have them ready for anything in no time."
"Your confidence is inspiring and refreshing," He says, both teasing and earnest at once. It was nice not to have to fight to get someone to work with him.
"Writing a letter to the kid probably wouldn't be a bad place to start, between you and me, finding out exactly what we're working with and need to work on." He laughs, "Then we can compare notes or something." It's a strange concept, the idea that he can just write to some higher power. He thinks again what it might be like if that's how things had worked with him and Ichigo.
"You should get to writing your own letters, then. I've got a head start on you," she teases him back. It's become something of a default state with them. "I don't remember everything that I wrote in my first letter, but I think I can summarize it. I'll keep a copy of everything from here out."
It's not a bad default. It feels comfortable and easy in a way nothing ever really has-- on his side of existence anyway.
"Why am I not surprised," He says to her, laughing. "I'm just going to assume you've already made a friend of the kid and I'll need to clear out for when they come over in, oh, three days time." He honestly wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. "I'll keep notes. That other world left me a phone, believe it or not. I could probably take pictures."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you sound jealous~." Not that she's agreeing to inviting the god child over in three days time, but she probably wouldn't be opposed to it. They sound delightful already. But she'll keep that to herself.
"Taking pictures sounds a lot more convenient, though. Do you want to take some of mine as well?"
He snorts. "As if I'd want to buddy up with anybody let alone some kid," He scoffs, rolling his eyes. No thank you to that. The further he got away from everyone else, the better.
"But sure, I could do that," He says. "I left the phone back at... my place, I guess. Figured out how to use it in the old world. Ha! I bet I'm more up with the times than even you are."
She didn't really mean that he's jealous of her attention with Zephyr... more the attention that he thinks Zephyr's garnered from her. But she doesn't bother making that distinction. It was just a joke, either way.
"I know how to use a phone," she protests, though that's probably not specifically what he was talking about. Still, she crosses her arms in a playful mockery of being offended. "If you've managed to figure it out, I'm sure that I can, too."
The distinction likely wouldn't have mattered much. Everyone would prefer to be with literally anyone else but him. Whether he would be jealous or not is irrelevant. It wouldn't change facts... at least, for the time they came to be so. In the moment, Zephyr's not yet uprooted his meager place.
He grins at her crossed arms. "You sure about that? You know how to take a picture with a phone? I could've sworn that wasn't invented for you yet. It might be best you stick with old fashioned spin dial."
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Date: 2018-04-13 10:40 pm (UTC)Since that first day, things have gone easier. No screaming over things he can't change. No disappearances on her part either. Comparatively, things are easy. He thought the inner world gave him too much time, but he sees now, there's a stark difference in having time when there are things one can actually do in it.
When not at her side, he's gone about trying to investigate what he can. He doesn't get much in the way of escapes, but there's certainly no shortage of experience. She, too, seems to keep plenty busy without him, as evidenced by little things here and there.
Like a picture on the table. He walks up slow to it, eyes narrowing. He snatches it up, gives it a glance over, and then lifts it up for her to see as he asks, "Hey, Mom! What's this supposed to be?"
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Date: 2018-04-13 11:46 pm (UTC)She turns to look when he calls for her--the name registering a little quicker than the days before. She recognizes the picture even quicker.
"It looks like a picture," she teases him, like that much isn't obvious. "Zephyr drew it for me, after I wrote to them. I wasn't sure what to do with it." That's a bit of a lie. She knows she's going to keep it, and considered hanging it on the fridge... But it feels wrong. There should be other pictures there, ones from her own children. Having one from a child that she's only just met feels strangely like a betrayal.
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Date: 2018-04-13 11:53 pm (UTC)But there's something about the answer that doesn't satisfy. He stays quiet, searching her face, expecting more and getting nothing.
So he asks, "So, what, do you not like it or something? You could probably just throw it out if that's the case. Or make a paper airplane." He looks at it again, trying to make heads and tails of what exactly the kid is supposed to be.
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Date: 2018-04-14 12:00 am (UTC)"I was going to put it on the fridge. It's the kind of picture that feels like it belongs on a fridge. But... They sound like a sweet child, but they're not..." She trails off, unsure of how to phrase the end of that sentence. They're not her children feels too blunt, even if it's the truth.
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Date: 2018-04-14 12:17 am (UTC)Her words trail off. He doesn't immediately get it, what she's trying to say. It takes a good few moments of frowning at her before it hits.
The picture is set down. "Wait here," He commands, and just like that, without any further explanation, he's heading out the door.
He comes back with a boxy thing in his hands, his expression unreadable and his eyes fixed on it. He speaks the moment he walks into the room. "I told you Ichigo and I got swept up in some crazy... game or other. There was a lot of stuff around, fakes to make it all seem real, so it's not perfect but I figure we can just cover that part with a magnet." The rectangular object is turned and tilted just slightly her way.
It's a photo frame. The glass has been shattered and the cracks spiderweb over the picture. All familiar faces; a woman and a man, a boy and two young girls, somewhere sunny at what's probably a beach. The cracks in the glass converge over the sixth face, completely blocking it out. "I don't know how or why it got here, but I may as well pass it along until you can get the real ones back."
Without giving her much a chance to react, he starts pulling the frame apart over the table, the glass creaking but not entirely giving way as he slips the photo out. He moves for the fridge grabs a magnet and sticks it down over the face of the intruder before stepping aside. Five remaining faces smile back at her.
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Date: 2018-04-14 03:44 am (UTC)He returns after a while, and her head lifts to see what he's brought with him. She's not able to catch a glimpse of what it is until he tilts it her way. What she sees knocks the wind out of her, leaving her breathless.
It her family--but as she remembers them. Mostly. It doesn't escape her notice that there's an additional face within the picture, but she's too overwhelmed to comment on it. She doesn't stop him as he goes to pry the picture out of the frame and put it up on the fridge. She only approaches it once it's up, secured with a magnet over the face that she doesn't remember. Her fingers reach out to touch the photo, tracing the faces of her husband and her children as she blinks back tears.
"Thank you," she says quietly, smiling despite the way her eyes leak. "This is perfect." She moves the photo just a little, positioning it so it's dead center on the upper part of the fridge. Then she hangs Zephyr's picture on the lower part, guilt-free.
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Date: 2018-04-14 08:00 am (UTC)He turns away at her gratitude, uncomfortable with the sincerity of it. His arms fold over his chest and he shrugs. "It's not of any use to me."
And he's come here often enough already, but he doesn't say that. He's not going to imply that he wants to see it.
"We're all too old now for little kid drawings like that, but I'd bet if you asked at home, Dad's saved literally everything." He rolls his eyes.
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Date: 2018-04-14 05:21 pm (UTC)"I'm glad. When we get home, I'll make sure to ask. I want to see every one of them." Maybe she'll rotate them in and out on the fridge back home, though that's likely to embarrass her kids at this age. It might be funny for a while, but maybe they're better suited for a scrapbook. Something that she can treasure privately as she catches up on everything she missed.
Her heart feels so full, it hard to keep control of herself. She wipes at her eyes a bit, trying to get them to stop tearing up like they are. It works a little bit, even more after she takes in a breath and lets it out slowly.
"What...kind of game were you in that you would get something like this?" She never really asked about that part. It was all kinda brushed over, and there's been so much that's been happening. This is the first time she's gotten a chance to really wonder about what kind of place he was in before this.
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Date: 2018-04-14 07:26 pm (UTC)But she does smile, so relieved, so joyous, over something so simple as a picture. He can't imagine how it will be when she's home. Will it rain then? Or will the sweet outweigh the bitter and bring him blinding blue skies? Will he be able to stand watching it all through Ichigo's eyes? Could he stand to miss a moment?
He shakes himself of those thoughts, just in time for her to ask that question. "Maybe Game is the wrong word. It was more like we were being toyed with."
One hand rises up to run through his hair, brushing back long tresses. He moves to the counter and leans against it, looking down through the floor as he recalls. "I woke up like this in some kind of coffeshop. Ichigo walked in looking like he was lost. Everyone could see me, but I'll admit, I was-" Caught in the memory of his last moments, of they year as Ichigo, of seeing him again just like that. "-Distracted. Ichigo and I started fighting, like we always do. Only everyone around kept trying to stop us. I said some things and then... time just... went back. Like rewinding a tape. And when we tried to leave, it did the same thing. No one seemed to notice but Ichigo and I. They kept calling me Shirou and called us brothers. They insisted that I worked there and Ichigo worked at some other shop."
And then he makes a face, one that's unhappy but also warped like he still doesn't believe what he says then. "I've been stuck making humans their stupid coffee orders for days." He shakes his head. "But, doing that was the only way to keep it from going back. It was like someone had rewritten the world for us. We had apartments filled with junk, Ichigo was in a band, people acted like they knew us." His expression darkens. "One of them tried talking about you. Ichigo decked him even before I could. That sent us back again too." To be honest, in retrospect, it was worth it.
He shrugs that off. "I didn't let us go forward again until Ichigo started listening to me. We went about trying to get our power back and the plan was that once he had that, we'd both be able to get back, he'd have the power he'd missed so bad, and I wouldn't be stuck living as him in nonexistence again. We didn't get much a chance to figure the place out before I ended up here with you. All we knew was that something wanted us to play along with their plans."
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Date: 2018-04-15 06:36 pm (UTC)"...Do you think Ichigo might still be in that place?" she asks, unable to resist voicing her concerns.
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Date: 2018-04-15 07:28 pm (UTC)Could he be lost somewhere between here and there? Could he be home? Or is he still trapped, alone this time?
"If he had power, I have no doubt he could escape on his own." And he'd kick ass of whoever was responsible easily. The brief flicker of a smirk fades. "But I'm here. I'm the manifestation of that power. I don't think he can get it all back without me."
No, he knows he can't. And maybe, maybe there's some Quincy power left behind. Maybe Ichigo could work out that and get by on it (there's a spike of fear and jealous, however brief), despite all his hopelessness otherwise. But he hasn't heard that other spirit at all. When the two of them went down, they went down together. He very dearly does not want to think about that.
"Which is just another reason why I'll have to get back to him. We usually gain power in tandem, but if I have to do it alone, I know I can. I'll get it back, and I'll find him. Wherever he happens to be."
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Date: 2018-04-15 08:46 pm (UTC)"That young man you mentioned before--the one wearing the suits. I talked to him earlier. He told me that there's a way out of here. If Zephyr, the god here, grows strong enough, they can take down the walls and we're free to come and go as we please. Even to other worlds." She pauses a moment, letting that sink in, and then adds: "We can find Ichigo. And we can go home. All of us, together."
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Date: 2018-04-15 09:05 pm (UTC)He's surprised by what, at first, seems to be a change in topic. As she explains, his brows only hike higher.
We can go home. All of us together. She makes him ache so badly sometimes.
He focuses on the other part of that. "Are you suggesting we train this kid? I can teach a fair bit but I don't know the first thing about being a god." He wants to be relieved that there is an option, but he has to wonder exactly how this kid gets stronger, and how strong they need to be.
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Date: 2018-04-19 10:03 pm (UTC)"The things I do for this guy," He mutters to himself. "Trying to teach him anything was a pain enough." Then to her, louder and looking her way, "alright, so we get our powers back, we teach the kid to fight, right? Kid gets strong enough, we hop on out of here. You want to bet it will be harder or easier than it sounds?"
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Date: 2018-04-20 08:16 pm (UTC)"Mmm... Are we placing actual bets?" She's not sure which way she would wager. She hopes easier, but she gets the impression that he thinks it might be harder.
"I don't know if it's strictly fighting that we'll be teaching them. Like I said, I don't know what god things entail. I don't know what kind of strength they'll need, but I'm sure we'll figure something out." They're both determined enough. Between the two of them, they'll find a plan of attack.
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Date: 2018-04-20 09:11 pm (UTC)And with what she says, he's definitely betting harder. He lets loose a puff of breath.
"Fighting's my expertise. Fighting and survival. If I'm teaching like it's school lessons or like I'm the kid's babysitter then we are going to get absolutely nowhere." But. "...We'll figure it out." He does at least have faith in that.
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Date: 2018-04-20 10:47 pm (UTC)"I think between the two of us, we can cover a lot." Even if no one else lends a hand--and she doubts that will be the case, but even without that, there's a lot of teaching experience between the two of them. "We'll have them ready for anything in no time."
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Date: 2018-04-20 11:35 pm (UTC)"Writing a letter to the kid probably wouldn't be a bad place to start, between you and me, finding out exactly what we're working with and need to work on." He laughs, "Then we can compare notes or something." It's a strange concept, the idea that he can just write to some higher power. He thinks again what it might be like if that's how things had worked with him and Ichigo.
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Date: 2018-04-25 11:37 am (UTC)"Why am I not surprised," He says to her, laughing. "I'm just going to assume you've already made a friend of the kid and I'll need to clear out for when they come over in, oh, three days time." He honestly wouldn't be surprised if that were the case. "I'll keep notes. That other world left me a phone, believe it or not. I could probably take pictures."
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Date: 2018-04-27 12:57 am (UTC)"Taking pictures sounds a lot more convenient, though. Do you want to take some of mine as well?"
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Date: 2018-04-27 02:10 am (UTC)"But sure, I could do that," He says. "I left the phone back at... my place, I guess. Figured out how to use it in the old world. Ha! I bet I'm more up with the times than even you are."
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Date: 2018-04-27 10:25 pm (UTC)"I know how to use a phone," she protests, though that's probably not specifically what he was talking about. Still, she crosses her arms in a playful mockery of being offended. "If you've managed to figure it out, I'm sure that I can, too."
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Date: 2018-04-27 10:34 pm (UTC)He grins at her crossed arms. "You sure about that? You know how to take a picture with a phone? I could've sworn that wasn't invented for you yet. It might be best you stick with old fashioned spin dial."
Perhaps that was cold. Yet he feels no regret.