[He startles at her saying his name - but then his shock vanishes as he realizes who it is, his light brown eyes staring into hers as he tilts his head up behind him.]
...Oh. Makoto! Sorry, I was just - you weren't in, so I let myself in to wait for you.
[His voice and manner of speech is a little rough, but it's also still polite in some ways - but more than that, she can hear him, now.
She can also see him more clearly, with the long scar from his shoulder trailing down to his side visible from the slit in his Shihakusho.]
[she can. And she could cry a little bit at that, honestly. But she won't. She leans up and, and gently butts her forehead against his. Now that she can see him, she can do things like that. She can see his reactions, she can just take in who he is.]
If you'd told me, I would have come back sooner. I was led to believe you were busy-- and I wasn't sure when I'd get to see you until later.
What are you looking at?
[and she keeps her hand on his back, but this time, sliding over beside him, so she can look at the papers as well.]
[He smiles as she presses her forehead against his, happy to see her focus on him for once - and oh, his smile makes his features even better, softening those eyes of his. He doesn't say anything, but it's clear he appreciates her closeness.
The papers talk about ways to access the brain - it's mostly based on human anatomy, but it's clear that it was written with getting to The Resort's brain in mind.
It's also very clearly not his - it's not his handwriting, and it's done in purple ink.]
Ah...These are the papers Szayel wrote up, about speculating on where the brain is and how to get to it. I - want to get into the brain, Niijima.
[He looks over at her, his gentle smile fading into a much more serious expression.]
I think it's the only shot we've got at keeping The Resort alive long enough to get Gabe out of there - by attacking the source of the current inflammation, which would be a bunch of white blood cells.
[she looks over the papers, and lifts one up as he says that. As much as she wants to do other things (and not all of them lewd), she knows that they really should focus on this. Their time is running out. She picks up of the papers, looking over it.
It's way too in depth for the level of knowledge she'd have about anatomy, but it makes basic sense to her.]
I see...
You know I want to help, right?
[she places the paper back down and turns to look at him more fully.]
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well, for once, her nosiness can wait.]
Ichigo.
[a word of warning, before she wraps her arms around him from behind]
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[He startles at her saying his name - but then his shock vanishes as he realizes who it is, his light brown eyes staring into hers as he tilts his head up behind him.]
...Oh. Makoto! Sorry, I was just - you weren't in, so I let myself in to wait for you.
[His voice and manner of speech is a little rough, but it's also still polite in some ways - but more than that, she can hear him, now.
She can also see him more clearly, with the long scar from his shoulder trailing down to his side visible from the slit in his Shihakusho.]
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If you'd told me, I would have come back sooner. I was led to believe you were busy-- and I wasn't sure when I'd get to see you until later.
What are you looking at?
[and she keeps her hand on his back, but this time, sliding over beside him, so she can look at the papers as well.]
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The papers talk about ways to access the brain - it's mostly based on human anatomy, but it's clear that it was written with getting to The Resort's brain in mind.
It's also very clearly not his - it's not his handwriting, and it's done in purple ink.]
Ah...These are the papers Szayel wrote up, about speculating on where the brain is and how to get to it. I - want to get into the brain, Niijima.
[He looks over at her, his gentle smile fading into a much more serious expression.]
I think it's the only shot we've got at keeping The Resort alive long enough to get Gabe out of there - by attacking the source of the current inflammation, which would be a bunch of white blood cells.
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It's way too in depth for the level of knowledge she'd have about anatomy, but it makes basic sense to her.]
I see...
You know I want to help, right?
[she places the paper back down and turns to look at him more fully.]