[Ichigo just lays in bed staring up at his ceiling with a hard frown, finding it too easy to get lost in his sea of heavy hitting thoughts while he waits for her.
His Fluid tells him that it's been eight days since he died. Other than the disorienting feeling like he's been... not quite asleep but somewhere else, he finds that a missing week is an easy enough pill to swallow, for him. But what kind of hell have they been in? Where is Zangetsu, and what kind of fucked up spiral did Ichigo's consequences send him into? He feels a little sick to his stomach as he tries to imagine. Zangetsu's entire existence is forged on the goal of protecting Ichigo, he's said it out right, so what did this do to him? Ichigo knows that Zangetsu will be here any time, that Ichigo's return won't be lost on the zanpakutou, but should he not show up on his own by the time he's had his talk with Orihime, he'll be getting a text too.
Ichigo hears the door to the apartment and he pushes himself to sit up, looking around to try to locate the shirt he'd discarded a few minutes ago. Maybe it's not that it's painfully hot outside anymore, maybe it is just him, but the heat he feels emanating off of himself and in the air around him is just. Ugh. Everything is completely uncomfortable. Ichigo has to give up on finding it, letting himself drop back onto his pillow in defeat. There isn't any time or room to feel all that awkward about it anyway, not as she knocks on his door and says his name.
He would love to get up and go let her in, but every time he has tried to stand, the dizziness just gets to be overwhelming too fast, the aches make his body just want to slump to the floor so he isn't bearing any weight on it... so. Ichigo just stays where he is, scrubbing a hand over his face with a low noise of frustration before calling out to her in return. Why did he let himself lay down? Because now he has to move to sit up again at the very least, and it's ridiculous how much energy even that takes out of him. He moves with a low groan, forcing himself back upright.]
You can come in, it's okay.
[Upon her entering, Orihime will find a pale as hell, sweaty... sick looking Ichigo, who, oddly enough, looks like he hasn't slept in the entire week he has been gone. The harsh cough that he barks out very suddenly kind of makes him want to punch himself in the face--he knows it's only going to serve to worry her even more, but there's no holding that back. Not even if he wanted to.]
1/2 shoulda been lights, camera!!!
His Fluid tells him that it's been eight days since he died. Other than the disorienting feeling like he's been... not quite asleep but somewhere else, he finds that a missing week is an easy enough pill to swallow, for him. But what kind of hell have they been in? Where is Zangetsu, and what kind of fucked up spiral did Ichigo's consequences send him into? He feels a little sick to his stomach as he tries to imagine. Zangetsu's entire existence is forged on the goal of protecting Ichigo, he's said it out right, so what did this do to him? Ichigo knows that Zangetsu will be here any time, that Ichigo's return won't be lost on the zanpakutou, but should he not show up on his own by the time he's had his talk with Orihime, he'll be getting a text too.
Ichigo hears the door to the apartment and he pushes himself to sit up, looking around to try to locate the shirt he'd discarded a few minutes ago. Maybe it's not that it's painfully hot outside anymore, maybe it is just him, but the heat he feels emanating off of himself and in the air around him is just. Ugh. Everything is completely uncomfortable. Ichigo has to give up on finding it, letting himself drop back onto his pillow in defeat. There isn't any time or room to feel all that awkward about it anyway, not as she knocks on his door and says his name.
He would love to get up and go let her in, but every time he has tried to stand, the dizziness just gets to be overwhelming too fast, the aches make his body just want to slump to the floor so he isn't bearing any weight on it... so. Ichigo just stays where he is, scrubbing a hand over his face with a low noise of frustration before calling out to her in return. Why did he let himself lay down? Because now he has to move to sit up again at the very least, and it's ridiculous how much energy even that takes out of him. He moves with a low groan, forcing himself back upright.]
You can come in, it's okay.
[Upon her entering, Orihime will find a pale as hell, sweaty... sick looking Ichigo, who, oddly enough, looks like he hasn't slept in the entire week he has been gone. The harsh cough that he barks out very suddenly kind of makes him want to punch himself in the face--he knows it's only going to serve to worry her even more, but there's no holding that back. Not even if he wanted to.]