scp r2 ♥ post-death pc catch-all with ichigo

[dereban]

[put me in the trashbin because honestly that's what this is for tbh

and also i have no good shitposts for this]


also cw: vague nsfw mentions in one of the threads I'M PRETTY SURE

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week 3, post-trial (sat)

[dereban]

[ HEY ICHIGO WHERE YOU AT because Inaba's gonna hunt you down once she's done hitting up some people on the tablet because everything has gone to shit and she wants to talk to him and now should be a good time to do just that because she honestly has no idea how to feel about everything that happened??

She's confused and she doesn't even feel any better about herself but clearly.

Clearly.

Focusing on other people is better right now. ]

[bladeisme]

[HE'S....in the lobby, lying down on one of the couches.

He looks...well, like shit - like he just had every single emotion of his get put through the wringer, and now he's lying here like a wet rag.

After a moment, he puts a pillow over his face.]

[dereban]

[ It's kind of weird that even in spite of everything that's happened and how much of a shitshow that trial was? She sure is looking a lot better than Ichigo is, especially now that she's just going to attempt to poke him on the side several times. ] Ooooi, Earth to Ichigo, do you copy?

[bladeisme]

[There's just a groan, and he tries to slap away her hand.

Leave him here under the pillow, Inaba.]

[dereban]

If you want to be like that I guess I don't have to tell you the thing I promised to tell you. [ now she's just being a little shit ]

[bladeisme]

[


Removes the pillow.]

I'm listening.

[dereban]

Good. You better pay attention, because I'm not going to say this again, okay?

[ She takes a deep breath, straightening herself out, even as her cheeks burn a bright scarlet. ]

I thought that after everything that happened. . . I should probably say something, right? Since I don't know what's going to happen. With all of us, the game, this place-- everything. And I thought that if I didn't say it now, I might regret not saying it at all.

[ ... ]

I-- [ Hesitates, swallows hard, and- ] I like you, Ichigo.

[ There. She said it? ]

[bladeisme]

[There's - a lot there, and for a moment? He's not sure what to do.

But -]

D...do you mean as a friend, or....?

[Though even as he says those dense-ass words, he's still blushing.]

Be-because I, uh...I like you, too. In, uh. That way.

[It's official, he's redder than his hair now, and he's distinctly not looking at her, using the 'daisuke' version of like.]

[dereban]

I mean as more than a friend, you idiot. Don't make me talk about it twice. [ She's just as flustered. They're good at this. ]

week 4, post healvore

[bladeisme]

[After he's cleaned off, he goes out to seek Inaba - after all, he's sure that she's got plenty to say to him.

Where would she be?]

[dereban]

[ She is actually in her room! Is he gonna knock or is he going to just come in without her permission like the last trial?? ]

[bladeisme]

[God, he'll knock first!! He's not an animal.]

Inaba?

[dereban]

[ That voice is— ] Door's unlocked, so come in. [ If he does open the door, he'll see that Inaba is chilling on the bed with her pajamas (they're cute! and pink! don't judge!!) with a mug of hot cocoa and her violet laptop on her lap. ] What's up?

[bladeisme]

...I figured I should...I don't know.

[He pauses, scratching the back of his head and looking away, before looking back at her.]

...I wanted to apologize. For getting myself hurt, after I told you I'd be fine.

[dereban]

[ She regards him rather quietly for a bit before letting out a rather heavy huff through her lips, closing her laptop and placing it to the side before her shoulders relax a little, patting the bed a bit. ]

You can come and sit, if you want. And... I accept your apology, Ichigo.

[bladeisme]

...Okay.

[He does just that, though he feels a little sheepish about it, a hint of red coming to his face.]

I just - I know I worried you. It seems like that's all I do, lately.

[He laughs, though it's weak and falls flat.]

And...I don't want to make you worry like that. Not anymore. Not when we're still not done here.

[dereban]

You're a stupid idiot, you know that? [ But once he joins her, she'll just allow herself to lean up against him a bit if he lets her. ] I'm always going to worry about people. It's kind of. . . in my nature, I guess? It's the type of person I am. And honestly if I didn't, I think I'd be concerned for a completely different reason.

Week 5, monday

[bladeisme]

[It's been another week, so there's another bout of memories for everyone - and he's worried about Inaba, of course.

So, naturally, he goes to seek her out. Where's she at?]

[dereban]

[ Drinking hot cocoa in the lobby, actually, she's looking pretty chill. Hm. ]

[bladeisme]

[Hmmm....That could just be a front, but she doesn't have that energy about her that says 'I'm hurting inside but hiding it'. So...he decides to approach her, tapping her on the shoulder.]

How're you doing, Inaba?

[dereban]

Huh? [ She's caught a little bit off guard by Ichigo, but she manages to smile back at him. ] I'm fine. Better than the others, anyway.

[bladeisme]

You sure?

[He decides to sit down next to her, looking a little worried.]

It seems like everyone got hit hard this week, so...

[dereban]

Yeah, I noticed. But I kind of woke up feeling. . . 'oh, that happened, I guess', even though what I remembered was honestly still not that great.

[bladeisme]

'That happened, you guess?'

[H-Hm...]

...Do you want to talk about it? You, ah - don't have to if you don't want to.

[dereban]

I don't really. . . like talking about my memories, really. Not because they're bad, but because the way I acted in them just kind of fucks me up? Like there's a disconnect between my what I did and my reasoning just doesn't make any sense to me.