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i will put things here that need new places because fuck captcha

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no, you are... i love this cr so far...

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[ the fact that other derived pleasure from this exchange entirely eluded him. or did, until seconds prior where he was about to interject with his determination of discovering what... was so damn funny about this!? (him, obviously, but he doesn't quite see it. even now). moreover, with the other's innuendo-laced display, he's full on prepared to start a one-sided shouting match. ichigo tended to be rather reserved about such matters, maybe even prude-ish (despite his penchant for peeking through fingers), and so he finds himself more than enough disturbed by this thing. except, when he opens his mouth widely— ] I sw— [ he's taken aback by the sudden fit of light, barely even, laughter.

... and so he shuts his mouth immediately. clearly ashamed of his own outbursts. even if he's trying to conceal that fact by appearing more aggravated or annoyed. but, fortunately, it seems to fade at the "calm down" bit. even, if he does initially start with a— ] I am calm! [ totally calm, right? but, at the last part, he seems to ease up.

this one one inquiry he could answer. there's a part of him that wants to withhold if just for the fact he's butthurt at being the butt end of a joke (there's so much butt here???), but instead he opts on conceding. if just... becomes that seemed a lot less troublesome in the long run. ] Think it's customary to give yours first, isn't it? [ not that... he won't add in a bit of something. but, he does continue. ] Ichigo.

sob, me too man me too

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[ it's a thing people like jack do, okay, they take amusement from others' awkwardness and distress. there's another outburst, and jack chuckles a little more for that one, but holds himself together. ]

If that's what passes for calm in your world, sure... [ because, bro, it doesn't look like calm. his brows lits at the customary comment. ] Is it? [ that's probably curtesy, but shiloh never had it as a hard and fast rule. he finds himself wondering about what kind of place this kid is from. ]

Jack Benjamin. { he parts with the name easily. everything incriminating about him is already widely available on the database and easy to find. no real reason to trying to hide it. ] Any last name, Ichigo? [ he just likes to have all the info, okay. ]

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[ the fact that the other persists in questioning him instead of taking his words at face value is both... expected as well as mildly insulting. jack's exchanges with him are truly... a gift that just keeps giving. in a bad way, though. or so ichigo and all his Delicate Sensibilities would claim. he's a little miffed, but he's not upset. maybe. he's contemplating his words now, attempting to cover his bases, but it's likely to no actual avail. ] ... who cares.

[ meaning: no, it doesn't. it doesn't pass for calm in the least and he's a bit sour about it, but hey, what else was new in this conversation. either way, at the reveal of the other's name, he nods along. once. twice. curt in all motions. jack, then. then at the last name bit, he gives a weird look, as if to say "does it matter?" before divulging it. ] Kurosaki. [ he seems to wait here.

as if wondering how the other was going to take this info. especially, paired with what he saw earlier today. well. ] I hope you're not going to ask me if it's a common name. [ he's been there, don't that. got souvenirs, etc, etc. or that's the tone he carries. it's only happened once, but well. ]

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[ a soft snort leaves him. he's never heard a name like that before (he's from a world where japan doesn't exist), but apparently that seems to annoy him. a lot seems to annoy him, honestly. ] Well, I wasn't going to, but that just makes me want to ask.

[ he's already given the kid enough shit for the day, though, and jack'll lay off it. ]

I'll refrain. Somehow. [ his eyes drift to the sword he's got again, nodding at it ] Assuming Green Team?

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[ instantly, a flat looks befalls his features and his eyes droop to mere judgmental lines, before the only finally offers some correction. “refraining” was more than good enough for him. even with that previous near-jab. ] … thanks. [ it might have some hint of sarcasm, but he also sort of means it too. it was kind of a sore spot or tender zone right now and while he’s doing his best to keep it together, it didn’t necessarily mean he was met with full success. though, (probably) more precedent to that. ]

Huh? [ though, realistically. ] You’re not the first person to guess. [ … ] There a pattern for this thing?

Or am I supposed to guess yours too?

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It just usually gives a good indication of skill set.

[ jack shrugs. that and you want to know who's new to your team, generally. you also get a good feel of who a person is, sometimes. Blue has them with leadership abilities or medical, orange has them with anal attention to detail, red makes them sneaky and untrustworthy, and green makes them heavy hitters. usually the super powered people. he nods towards the sword. ]

You've got the big weapon. Usually means combat. [ a beat. ] That, and, your cuff is Green.

[ sry, man, he cheated too. jack's own cuff and earpiece are red. ]