[Hi everyone, how are you doing on this fine day? Two people just fucking died and we all got threatened. How fucking great, right? It's even better if you're stuck to a bed in a shitty murder school in a shitty infirmary!!!
Basically, Ichigo's not having a great day. He's made a call out on recyclr, but he's pretty much on strict bedrest for today at least - and honestly, he's not feeling well enough to even attempt to commandeer a wheelchair to go in the halls, still slightly pale from blood loss. He's been hurt before - killed, even - but never in his flesh and blood body, and everything just hurts and aches much worse in it. That's not even talking about his head, which feels like someone's continually squeezing down on the left side of his face.
He doesn't regret what he did, but it still doesn't feel pleasant all the same.
Still, when people come in, he pays attention - and later on in the day, whenever some kind soul has gotten him his writing materials and notebook, he's propped himself up with pillows on the bed, using a nearby clipboard to furiously write down things. This time, he's not trying to hide it - his notebook (Which is lying on his leg) is flipped open to the poems he's written, and he's clearly writing the beginning of a letter on the sheaf of paper attached to the clipboard, expression grim yet calmly determined.
In fact, Ichigo is oddly calm throughout the day, despite everything.]
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Basically, Ichigo's not having a great day. He's made a call out on recyclr, but he's pretty much on strict bedrest for today at least - and honestly, he's not feeling well enough to even attempt to commandeer a wheelchair to go in the halls, still slightly pale from blood loss. He's been hurt before - killed, even - but never in his flesh and blood body, and everything just hurts and aches much worse in it. That's not even talking about his head, which feels like someone's continually squeezing down on the left side of his face.
He doesn't regret what he did, but it still doesn't feel pleasant all the same.
Still, when people come in, he pays attention - and later on in the day, whenever some kind soul has gotten him his writing materials and notebook, he's propped himself up with pillows on the bed, using a nearby clipboard to furiously write down things. This time, he's not trying to hide it - his notebook (Which is lying on his leg) is flipped open to the poems he's written, and he's clearly writing the beginning of a letter on the sheaf of paper attached to the clipboard, expression grim yet calmly determined.
In fact, Ichigo is oddly calm throughout the day, despite everything.]