// @protectyou |  Starter Call
         ââ You have to earn internet access? Who thought up of these rules??â
    No map on hand, no way to pull up directions on his phone⌠Guess heâs gonna have to learn this city the old fashioned way. Great. Heâs sticking to Cotes for today, keeping his jacket zipped up to hold back the cold. Heâs sure this place is suppose to retain a Japanese aesthetic, but the snow is keeping a lot of stuff covered.
    The city will need more time to dedicate the layout to memory, so for now heâs heading over to a place called the Lake of the Koi. From what heâs heard, the lake itself has frozen overâ but theyâve somehow managed to keep it maintained where you can still see the fish below, the ice safe enough to traverse. Once the youth arrived, he could see that there wasnât much of a crowdâ must be a low point of activity. He kept getting closer to see if the fuss was true about the fish⌠yet once he got to the edge of the water, his feet came to a halt.
         âHuhâŚ? It canât beââ
    Another familiar spiritual presence, one not nearly as overbearing as the last. This one was a bit harder to detect, as if the source was used to keeping their presence as down as possible. Yet Ichigo knows this feeling all too well⌠Thereâs no mistaking it. But how could he be hereâŚ?
The trips he took to the lake never varied much. Only once or twice had he encountered anyone of note, and while conversations with strangers were much more common in this city than Tensa was comfortable with -- such was the way of living in a proper, populated city, he knew; didnât mean he wouldnât complain -- it was rare that it wasnât a stranger.
He never expected it. Expected much of anyone from his world. They seemed to be few and far between, though not impossible. Never anyone he wanted it to be. A few faces better than others, sure, but they came and went. Tensa had given up believing months ago that Ichigo would ever be pulled away to Spirale like he had been.
He... wasnât expecting it. He wasnât expecting the sudden awareness he had, his gaze shooting up from where it had been staring down through the ice to across the lake. Tensa would know that presence anywhere. Heâd know him anywhere.
There was no hesitation. Even with his limited use of Shunpo, Tensa wasted no time shooting himself across the lake, with little care for the ice, his feet barely even touching the ground --
-- and when he saw him, he froze.
It took him a beat too long to be able to find his voice, and in that time Tensa was convinced that every time he blinked Ichigo would disappear from in front of him. But he stayed there, obvious as anything, and it was all Tensa could do to pretend there werenât tears stinging at his eyes.
â... Ichigo?
     Youâre -- youâre here.â
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