tampered | Warmer around your neck, huh? [ Closed ]

When; Uh. Way back. Like around November 6th, night. WE LIKE BACKDATING.
Rating; G
Characters; Ishida Uryu [

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Summary; Orihime and Ishida go walking in the park. More like Orihime drags Ishida there but same thing.
Log;

[ She did expect a ruckus, that much had been a given considering who else had been attending. However, with everyone's help despite all that? It had been a success. More than one, in fact and Orihime was happy as could be at the turnout. Of course, there had also been the matter of dealing with certain other elements-- including and not limited to Kuchiki-san and Hiyori-san... but those were minor in comparison to the more pleasant part of the evening to look forward to.

That being right now.

After convincing Tatsuki that yes, she would be fine, she just needed to go drop something off at home, she'd take Ishida with her, she'd managed to some success, to draw Ishida out of the party, snatching a bag along with her. Having known him, she imagined he might have wanted this, to be able to leave at all-- though she did hope to return to the party with him in tow. There was more cake to be had, after all!

The crisp evening air was refreshing, though, and she finally stopped near a bunch of flowerbeds overlooking the garden's own pond, and exhaled. ]

Boy, it really got loud in there, huh Ishida-kun?

[ She began-- only to grin and face him directly. ]

You've been having fun, right?

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[ It had gotten very loud in there. Perhaps proper parties demanded crashing, but Uryuu was unwilling to believe he had done anything (all right, recently) to deserve a short, pig-tailed troll stomping into his birthday celebration (first with more than two people, first in years, but no one actually needed to know that), to launch herself at Kurosaki then make a stellar attempt at breaking his nose. Voice recollection.

After she'd gone after the cake and not so discreetly pocketed one of his presents, despite Hirako-san's attempts to extract her, well - Uryuu had been looking for an excuse, and that he happened to be so nearby when Inoue-san made to leave he presently thought to be his deft orchestration.

(Little did he know).

Content to inhale new, precious silence with the brisk air, Uryuu had walked with Inoue-san without word, perhaps a step behind. His eyes occasionally deviating from the path, down and to her. His haste to depart had not prevented efficient preparation, and his coat was properly buttoned, his gloves snug, making the one hand curling now in his pocket unnecessary.

Even with that noise, and the stinging of his face and hand from where he'd fended off the attack, Uryuu couldn't get a grasp on an expected irritation. It did not pull his mouth tight enough, did not even begin to draw together his brow. Instead, he was bemused, but unable to think it over just yet.

They stopped; he didn't mind, didn't much question why Inoue-san might pause to look at the garden. Her first query brought a grimace that was more reflex than genuine, but Uryuu found the follow up, knee jerk words more difficult when she looked right at him.]

It-

[Had been deafening, surely humans couldn't have vocal chords that sustained that sort of abuse, and he had to try]

Might have been a touch more exclusive.

[But--

He pushed ineffectively at his glasses. It did not sever his sight of her bright eyes and wide smile, and Uryuu fumbled.]

It's been-- ah, I've-- not... been unhappy.

[ As to be expected of him. Orihime found her smile widening as she moved a hand up behind her head with a playful little chuckle, before nodding brightly at him. ]

Of course it was exclusive, Ishida-kun! It was all for you! Well, ah, aside from Hiyori-san crashing in...

[ A weak chuckle escaping her, she quickly lowered her hand, and brought the one holding the bag forward, a new sort of determination appearing on her face. ]

But this part is the best!! I hope you're excited! Because you have to close your eyes now so I can give you a surprise!!

[ A pause. Then a sheepish giggle. ]

... Whoops. I don't think I was supposed to tell you it was a surprise until I-- never mind! Close your eyes now, Ishida-kun! Come on!

The next time I see Urahara-san,

[ He began, but paused at the sight of the bag. (The next time, he'd have to tell the duplicitous shopkeeper to get on with instructing Kurosaki how to mask his reiatsu.)

Blinking at the bag and Inoue-san with it, Uryuu wondered at her enthusiasm. It was pretty obvious: his gift must be in the bag. Following that, and her insisting on his eyes being closed, he could deduce that this venture outside had been a ploy to produce this moment, but how strange -- why not simply give it to him with the rest of the gifts, with everyone else?

Hiyori-san, possibly. Uryuu couldn't conceive of it being something she didn't want anyone else to see, something that unique.

Happily for his already compromised composure, he could also not fathom her wanting him to close his eyes for something else-- something not in the bag. (Because, after all, she did have a bag, and because--)

Thus, happily, he did not blush, but arched his eyebrows bemusedly.]

Isn't it the same if I just open the bag? It's already that much concealed.

[ Uryuu was a bad sport. (One might have called it genetic it, but it happened to be a fact that Ishida Souken was a very good sport). ]

Warmer around your neck, huh? [ Closed ]

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