"I dunno, it was there when-- ow! OI, DON'T PULL ON THAT!"
Slapping at Shiro's hand with a huff, Ichigo can't help rubbing at the abused spot on his ribs out of reflex. The armor was kind of cool, but also weird to get used to.
"It's attached, okay? So...I don't know why you don't have it yet, but you're still...uh...'under the weather', right?"
More insistent this time, Ichigo raises his wrist, tugging the sleeve all the way up to his elbow, and offers it to Shiro.
"Take it. When you're that hungry, and tired, you're past needing it. I know you are."
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Slapping at Shiro's hand with a huff, Ichigo can't help rubbing at the abused spot on his ribs out of reflex. The armor was kind of cool, but also weird to get used to.
"It's attached, okay? So...I don't know why you don't have it yet, but you're still...uh...'under the weather', right?"
More insistent this time, Ichigo raises his wrist, tugging the sleeve all the way up to his elbow, and offers it to Shiro.
"Take it. When you're that hungry, and tired, you're past needing it. I know you are."