“Hmm hmm~ I was only so careless because I was so confident in my abilities. You may forget, but in this house I already know my audience quite well. I knew it would go off without a hitch!” She’s… kind of bluffing actually, but confidence makes the best shield and her poker face is pretty spot on. She would throw in a wink, showing that she has other subtleties than her usual thumbs up. There was a joy in acting for Rukia and getting away with things like showing off in the smallest window; like an enemy she faced with the blade, she could pick up on openings with ease. “Jeez, take it easy will you. What, did the recollection itself hurt you?” Seeing that he seems perfectly fine at this point, she can’t help but mock his foolishness.
She would raise a brow at him, daring him to say that the proper way was for her to be the weirdo, all of her vulnerability form before had been lost, exchanged for their more normal attitude and tone, along with their usual volume too. “Noisy?! As if you’re one to talk, you haven’t even seen the noisy-est I can be!”
“If you’re thinking that you can stay up to throw a pillow at me, I dare you to try you idiot. I won’t pass it back!” The mention of shinigami duties has her fumble with her phone for a second, making sure that there was no alerts that she had magically missed, before she places the pager to her side, right in the front of her vision. Was Ichigo still so entrapped to the idea that it was his duty alone to deal with hollows around here? While she had given him that job during her inability to do it herself, she had thought that he would be able to leave it once she had parted, but it just seems like that would just be another one of the ways that he didn’t follow through on her expectations, and kept up with the unpredictability of his. “Idiot. As if, I need you to tell me to be careful. I’m always careful.”
“The only reason it went off, ‘without a hitch’, was because my Dad is too stupid to see through your terrible, terrible acting and you damn well know that, Midget.” Ichigo huffed, his eyebrows knotting together in a mixture of shock and general annoyance. Jeez, Rukia thought her acting skills were that good? She may have fooled his Dad....and the school.....quickly Ichigo put those thoughts from his mind. It was way too late to be having an argument now.
“Sure.” The reply was heavily sarcastic, the glare to boot. “The mere thought of your horrible acting brought my sickness back on.” Huffing, he turned his head away. “I’m not that noisy!” A total lie, especially when he got....heated. “And don’t take that as a invitation, Rukia, I really don’t want to see it!”
“...Wouldn’t dream of it, Rukia. I don’t exactly want to loose my only pillow.” There was another huff, a softer one this time. A part of him hated being stuck here, sick, not being able to do his bit. He had faith his friends could handle the job just fine. It wasn’t about it being..his duty, though he’d admit that was part of it. He was just more concerned about injuries. He’d never, ever admit it out loud, but if someone got hurt because he was in here sick, he’d absolutely blame himself.
A soft yawn, drooping eyelids until they shut. “...Hey, Midget. Thanks.”
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