[ Just as she says, Hunk is absolutely understanding. Orihime is only too ready to get her stuff together and leave, so much so that she barely notices the flour that managed to escape her apron and make a series of white splotches over her shirt and pants. Oh well, it's easily the least of her concerns.
She's very fortunate that the bakery is just off on Umbrella Road, only a couple of blocks away from the apartments. She could double back and head to the pharmacy, but Ichigo said he didn't need anything and she knows they do have some supplies in the bathroom. Maybe after a better assessment of how he's doing she can make a run over to restock on anything they may be missing.
But just as much, she just really wants to see him. His reiatsu grows as she gets closer, though it's far from the levels she's used to. Still immense in it's own right, but anyone who was familiar with it would know that he's not at full capacity by any means. It makes her heart hurt just thinking about it.
She doesn't chance the elevator, instead taking the steps two at a time to the third floor. The ghost she's somewhat befriended is hovering not far down the hallway and turns to her presence. She offers a smile to him and a small nod as she catches her breath in front of their apartment. ]
It'll...it'll be okay now.
[ The ghost tilts his head to the side before fading away.
Another deep breath as Orihime fishes for her keys and unlocks the door. She's...glad she's taken to cleaning up some things--not decorations, but the potential mess that could have been left from herself and Zangetsu really not feeling up for housework these past few days. She quickly toes her shoes off as the door shuts behind her, leaving her purse and keys unceremoniously on the floor by them.
Bare feet pad across the apartment and her heart beats harder with each step she takes towards his room. Orihime holds her hands together in front of her chest. She can feel him just behind the door. But what state will he be in? For how positive she was trying to be in their text conversation, she's nervous.
actioooooooon
She's very fortunate that the bakery is just off on Umbrella Road, only a couple of blocks away from the apartments. She could double back and head to the pharmacy, but Ichigo said he didn't need anything and she knows they do have some supplies in the bathroom. Maybe after a better assessment of how he's doing she can make a run over to restock on anything they may be missing.
But just as much, she just really wants to see him. His reiatsu grows as she gets closer, though it's far from the levels she's used to. Still immense in it's own right, but anyone who was familiar with it would know that he's not at full capacity by any means. It makes her heart hurt just thinking about it.
She doesn't chance the elevator, instead taking the steps two at a time to the third floor. The ghost she's somewhat befriended is hovering not far down the hallway and turns to her presence. She offers a smile to him and a small nod as she catches her breath in front of their apartment. ]
It'll...it'll be okay now.
[ The ghost tilts his head to the side before fading away.
Another deep breath as Orihime fishes for her keys and unlocks the door. She's...glad she's taken to cleaning up some things--not decorations, but the potential mess that could have been left from herself and Zangetsu really not feeling up for housework these past few days. She quickly toes her shoes off as the door shuts behind her, leaving her purse and keys unceremoniously on the floor by them.
Bare feet pad across the apartment and her heart beats harder with each step she takes towards his room. Orihime holds her hands together in front of her chest. She can feel him just behind the door. But what state will he be in? For how positive she was trying to be in their text conversation, she's nervous.
She knocks gently on the door frame. ]
Kurosaki-kun?