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Word, XXXI.
First prompt I've filled for AGD in quite some time.
Not confident with any language right now my English, but... here goes.


:: girls

"You could just say no."

Ichigo sighs. "Yeah, I could. But..."

"What, are you interested?"

"It's not that I'm interested or not interested... I just haven't really thought about it. She's just that girl in our class, you know? It was so out of the blue."

Tatsuki snorts, idly rolling the straw of her shake between her fingers.

"...Well, not really. She's been really into you for forever."

Ichigo raises his eyebrows. "Really? I had no idea."

"Sheesh... guys are so oblivious..." Tatsuki mutters.

"How was I supposed to know?" Ichigo bawks. "We've never had a conversation, once. I'm serious."

"Yeah, yeah..."

"You friends with her or something, Tatsuki?"

"Not really. But we talk." Tatsuki takes a long sip of her shake. "Either way, you can tell just by the way she acts."

"...Honestly, I haven't really paid that much attention to her. Not to be mean or anything."

Tatsuki looks away thoughtfully. "That's fair enough.... You haven't really had a reason to."

Bells chime, a cheery 'irasshaimase'—they get a draft from the opening storefront door. It's not winter-cold, but it's not like spring, either. Tatsuki pulls on her jacket.

Ichigo shifts in his chair to relieve a tingling leg. "It's not that cold..." he teases.

"Shut up, I've been cold recently," she huffs dismissively. "So... What are you going to do?"

"Ahhh, I dunno..." He grimaces. "I sort of don't want to do anything about it."

"...Keigo would be so pissed to hear you say that," Tatsuki laughs.

"Probably." Ichigo grins a little despite himself. "But seriously... It's like... She seems nice, and I don't really have a good reason to turn her down, but..."

Tatsuki looks at the table.

"Are you... worried?"

"...I guess I just don't get why. Never mind the fact we've never talked, I was out of school for a long time..."

"It gives you a mysterious vibe."

Ichigo gives her a strange look. "Huh, that's kind of weird to hear."


"No, it's fine. It just hadn't occurred to me that that's how people would see it..." Ichigo shrugs. "Anyways, I mean... if I said yes, then what? From the get-go, what can I actually talk about? There's the whole ghosts thing, and then..."

"...Yeah. That's sort of..."

"It'd be easier if I already knew her..." Ichigo smiles ruefully. "But I guess I could always say that."


"What do you think I should do?"


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aaah, this was oddly 心温まる。i guess it's just nice to see some ichigo-centric interaction for this fic that doesn't make me wince. (i mean that in the nicest way possible—for a fic like this, wincing just means you're writing effectively for the topic.)

また、英語はまだかなり熟達んだ。自分を誇りにあるべき! そしてこの大部分は対話、良いことだ。僕の経験では言語間の移行の最も困難な側面は、口語を再学習する。 問題は主に構文的なものであり、語彙が問題じゃないようだ。作家として、会話を書くことは非常に有用ことがわかる。言語についてストレスがたまってない。腹で考えなさい、大丈夫になる o(^ω^)o

後記: when would this be taking place? i'm guessing it's after the second hospitalization, so they'd be......3年生、と思う? so ichigo'd be like 17?? ahhh, whatever. timestamps on this fic are hella confusing yo.

腹で考えるのは怪しいんだけどォォ (futsuutai it is. 「俺」も出るかも)

It is kinda nice. I was also heartened by it. I think... the further you get away from the event, the less wince-y the content is. Also, the further you get away from the event, the less thematic the content is. Then do the math, and... well fuck, the majority of agd becomes wince-y. lol Learning every day.

And thank you.

I think I have a similar experience—it's not that I'm lacking in the English vocabulary; it's the getting the right words next to each other that is being a pain in the ass. Which is, indeed, a matter of syntax and just knowing the composition of colloquialisms and collocations. Hm—drilling English colloquialisms through writing dialogue is a probably good idea... (Although, the growth factor here is dubious. Way before this transition, I've literally had to Google a generous percentage of what I say (with some Boolean magic), or sort of construct sentences in a MadLib fashion—or both. This intuition deficit may or may not surface in my writing (which is editable), but my in-person conversations can get real tragic unique real fast. この不安定の原因はおそらくそれだ。But that unease bleeds over into my writing. I think.)

...LOL I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHEN THE SECOND HOSPITALIZATION TAKES PLACE! How-...? What. さすが。やっぱ俺より詳しぇwww ...I fucking hate the timestamps, bro. 頭の整理はwell-nigh impossibile. (...How much have I actually written about the second hospitalization? I seriously don't know.)

3年生って...そういや...アメリカのと違って日本の高校は...3年まで...だよね。this kind of recoveryのために、時間が足りない...んだよね。.一護が退学してからの間はきっと二年ぐれぇって思ってたのに...


Edited at 2014-04-04 05:04 pm (UTC)

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