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It wasn't a bad day, all things considered. For a while, Ichigo just sat, enjoying being outside after feeling like he'd been cooped up for so long.
Of course he also felt like it was probably a good idea to basically be under lock, and key, but...he couldn't help feeling restless, and impatient with a healing body.
And, so, despite objections from Kensei, Ichigo had gone to Hachigen personally, and asked as politely as he could manage for the quiet, older man to open a door for him through the kidou barrier around the warehouse. Actually, Ichigo had half-expected Hachi to frown at him, and tell him to go back to bed, but for some reason Hachi had just stuck to the worried frown, and opened a door.
So, here he was; sitting on a park bench, in shinigami form ( plus a few extra bandages ) just...thinking. Thinking, and waiting to see if Maggie would come.
Of course he also felt like it was probably a good idea to basically be under lock, and key, but...he couldn't help feeling restless, and impatient with a healing body.
And, so, despite objections from Kensei, Ichigo had gone to Hachigen personally, and asked as politely as he could manage for the quiet, older man to open a door for him through the kidou barrier around the warehouse. Actually, Ichigo had half-expected Hachi to frown at him, and tell him to go back to bed, but for some reason Hachi had just stuck to the worried frown, and opened a door.
So, here he was; sitting on a park bench, in shinigami form ( plus a few extra bandages ) just...thinking. Thinking, and waiting to see if Maggie would come.
