7 [video]

[blackmoonrising]

[Here’s the interior of Ichigo’s apartment; it’s late afternoon, the window is open to let a breeze (and a dragon) in, he’s sitting at his table with a cup of something in shot, you can see the dark head of his roommate beyond curled up on the sofa reading something, and besides him sits Hiccup. Both boys look thoroughly nonplussed. Ichigo gives the camera a flat look.]

I swear if anyone laughs about this I don’t care who they are I am kicking their ass.

You know, I'm a little torn between holding you back and letting you go ahead.

[Hiccup sighs, rubbing the side of his face before letting his hand drop back down.]

I'm also wondering if this is really a normal punishment for being late to classes.

Hell no, they just landed us with this damn chore ‘cause we’re Newcomers and they need to fill a quota or something. Screw this, I don’t give a crap about Valentine’s Day. It’s a girls’ holiday.

[You can hear the disdain dripping off him. Hiccup glances at all of the pink and red scattered across his lap and on the floor. He picks up a lacy heart, eying it warily. Toothless pokes his head over the both of them, sniffing curiously.]

Eugh. Yeah, no kidding... It feels that way for the girls here, anyway.

[At this point Rukia sighs in the background, grabs a rejected, lopsided heart, crumples it up and throws it at Ichigo's head.]

Don't be so childish. You're performing a service for your classmates and creating a more romantic atmosphere. That's perfectly appropriate for a dance such as this.

[She knows this because of the manga she's reading. Ichigo, however, is less than impressed by this reasoning, especially as the crumpled paper heart bounces off his head and lands smartly in his cup of cocoa with a ‘plop’. He fishes it out with an annoyed scowl, getting to his feet and turning to look at his assailant.]

Do we look like we know how to decorate a Valentines’ Dance, Rukia?

That's no excuse for doing a poor job. [Primly.]

That’s not the-

[Intruding into this scene of domestic bliss are a pair of breasts. Covered in an orange jacket and attached to a grinning woman, but fabulous nonetheless.

Also, they're pressed against the side of Ichigo's head for some reason.

For his part, he takes it rather well-]

UWAAAAA!

[-By falling on his ass and managing to stutter out:]

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WI- Yoruichi-san?!

Yo, Ichigo. Your window's open.

[ooc: Ichigo, Hiccup, Rukia, Yoruichi. ]

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[summing_it_up]

[Probably. Very much that.]

Well. You're all pretty casual, for one. And this is the loudest I ever heard you yell at someone.

[blackmoonrising]

[Sigh.]

She used to be my teacher, I guess she still is. Kinda. It's been a while.

[summing_it_up]

I...see.

I know teacher-student bonding is normal, but this is on a different level.

[blackmoonrising]

If you think she's bad you should see the other one I had to put up with. I never thought I'd say that Rukia was the easy one.

[summing_it_up]

[He draws in a short, sharp breath.]

I never did ask about your training regimens, did I.

[blackmoonrising]

No, and now you know why I never volunteered 'em.

[summing_it_up]

Oh yeah. I get it now.

[blackmoonrising]

Well on the bright side at least she never threw me in a pit.

[summing_it_up]

That all has to be better than facing a Gronkle in a death ring with no previous experience.

[blackmoonrising]

...uh, you wanna run what a Gronkle is by me again?

[summing_it_up]

Oh, yeah. Gronkles, uh, they're another type of dragon, rounded, bulky, slow in flight but pack a punch. Just think of a flying boulder that has the ability to shoot six fire shots out of its maw.