"How'd you even manage that?" Renji can't help but laugh a little. Poor Issui. Shinobu will probably never let her live that down. He'd ask her to not tell Shinobu about his trip down the hill, but... Rukia probably will.
And then it hits him that either way probably won't matter. He swallows that sobering thought back down immediately. He's got plenty of time for it later. It's not the Games yet. Now, though, Issui's squeezing his shoulder and grinning at him. He glances back to his last shot briefly, not really entirely able to suppress a smile. But when he looks to Issui again, she's looking away and turning red. Well. "Uh... It's alright," He manages, after a beat.
Issui takes another go at the knives. Renji lets out a low wistle, wincing a little theatrically. "That's debilitating, maybe fatal, and humiliating. Beautiful."
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Date: 2015-01-13 08:37 am (UTC)And then it hits him that either way probably won't matter. He swallows that sobering thought back down immediately. He's got plenty of time for it later. It's not the Games yet. Now, though, Issui's squeezing his shoulder and grinning at him. He glances back to his last shot briefly, not really entirely able to suppress a smile. But when he looks to Issui again, she's looking away and turning red. Well. "Uh... It's alright," He manages, after a beat.
Issui takes another go at the knives. Renji lets out a low wistle, wincing a little theatrically. "That's debilitating, maybe fatal, and humiliating. Beautiful."
He really, truly hopes that the Careers saw that.