Tuna2

OOC: Same to you Pyro

Ichigo leaned against a wall in the lobby, awaiting his turn to be called into the arena for the next round. Still bearing the shinigami outfit from earlier, little difference could be seen in his appearance aside from a few bandages wrapped around his left arm which covered the wounds of his previous battle.

Kon, the mod-soul and temporary inhabitant of Ichigo's real body, was opposite him, a bored expression clearly visible on his face. He had noted on how unusually serious Ichigo had seemed throughout the tournament. Could it be that he truly believed the progress he made here would help him in Hueco Mundo? Perhaps he was preparing for the Winter War. Whatever it was, Kon knew he had little say in such things.

"Oh, how I wish Nee-san were here," Kon complained quietly, giving Ichigo a bitter look as though to confirm his boredom. Suddenly, an idea struck the mod-soul's mind. He would just wait for Ichigo to leave and then, during the shinigami's match, he would take the chance to have a little fun. A wide grin appeared on his face as he mused over these ideas.

At this, Ichigo opened one eye as if the mod-soul's thoughts had transferred directly into his mind. Having been with the mod-soul so long had given the orange haired shingami an idea on what Kon was thinking from time to time, especially when that perverted grin made its way on to his face. "Hey Kon, I don't want you fooling around while I'm out there."

"I won't, I won't..." the mod-soul replied absentmindedly, his eyes glazing over as thoughts of what could be done in this opportune time crossed his mind.

"Good, because I'd hate to see what Yuzu would do to you if she ever found you again," the shinigami smirked as he made his way out into the arena.

Kon's jaw dropped a couple of inches at this. "W-Wait Ichigo," but the orange haired shinigami had already made his way on to the arena floor.

According to both Urahara and Shinji, Ichigo would more than likely find worthy opponents here and thus far he had yet to be disappointed; but upon stepping on to the arena floor he began to question their predictions. Before him, on his face, was what appeared to be his opponent. "...Hey, you alright?" the shinigami asked awkwardly, taking a couple of steps closer to the fallen 'victim.'