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This past little while, Ichigo has been having...problems. Trouble with a certain pest in his head. Tonight, that voice is blissfully silent.

But now there is another pest he is dealing with...

"I told you, I don't want you in the bar, ESPECIALLY not in my body."

"Aw, come off it Ichigo, I'll be good!"

"Oh, like you were good last time?"

"She was TOTALLY coming onto ME! What happened was beyond my control!"

"YOU KISSED HER!"

"To the untrained eye, it might have appeared that way..."

Two teenagers sitting at a table in the bar, both leaning back in their chairs across from each other, one scowling, one with an easy smile on his face. Oh, and did I mention they look identical? The scowling Ichigo is just that- Ichigo, in his usual Shinigami uniform with Zangetsu hanging off the back of his chair. The other, much less scowling Ichigo, is in the teenagers school uniform, white shirt and black pants, his feet up on the table.

Come bug the...brothers? Twins? Whatever they are, they're not against conversation.

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"She was probably a total slut," idly comments a robot, who's near enough to have caught part of the conversation.

"Good looking though," Kon replies with an easy smile, apparently not put off by this comment coming from a robot. Ichigo, however, is giving him a very odd look. The robot, not Kon. He's used to Kon. "And shy too! Not sure she was into robots though. Probably can't stop thinking about me anyways."

"Unless she's made of metal, I wouldn't want to be into her," the robot replies. "You can have her."

He gives Kon a salute with a shotglass full of something blue and glowing.

Kon returns the salute lazily, the same grin still on his lips. Ichigo's regaining a bit of his sanity.

"You're...a robot." Ichigo mutters. YES it's obvious, NO it doesn't make it any easier to accept.

Terrorsaur goes absolutely still. Then he squints down at his form, panicked.

"WHAT?! A robot? Sweet God, when did this happen?! I--"

And then he raises an optic ridge and STARES at Ichigo.

Stupid robot...

Kon, meanwhile, is laughing his ass off. He's easily amused.

So's Terrorsaur. He grins at his appreciative audience of one.

"So, got a name Tin Man?" Kon asks, his laughter stopping now. Ichigo's brooding. He does not like having Kon in the bar.

"Terrorsaur," the robot replies. A name like that deserves a 'tah-dah!' gesture, so Terrorsaur gives one. "You and your clone got names?"

"I'm Ichigo." The brooding one replies. "And this idiot is Kon." He gestures at the clone/twin/doppelganger, who puffs out his chest dramatically at the mention of his name.

"Kon? Sounds almost like a real name," the robot replies, wistfully.

"How long've you two been in for?"

"Couple months." Ichigo replies, though Kon says "This is my second time here. It's alright. The chicks are pretty uptight though."

That's when Ichigo smacks him upside the head.

The robot looks at Kon, both optic ridges raised. "You do know there's a brothel here, right?"

This gets a :O! face.

A BIG ONE.

"ICHIGO!" He whirls, hands waving above his head. "YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT THAT!"

Ichigo seems AFRAID. "I didn't know! And besides, you are NOT going to a WHORE HOUSE. YOU, I MEAN, I'M FIFTEEN YEARS OLD!"

This argument could get ugly.

Terrorsaur leans back and coolly sips his drink.

"Don't think there's an age limit," he notes.

Mission accomplished.

OH GOD, IT'S ALL OVER MAN, IT'S ALL OVER!

"ICHIGO! YOU! ME! WHORES! NOOOOOOOW!"

"N-NO! Kon, we are not going to a brothel! I'm fifteen! THAT'S MY BODY DAMN IT!"

"Huh - it looks like it's his."

"He's just borrowing it!" Ichigo explains quickly, trying to reason with Kon at the same time, which is FAILING HORRIBLY.

Terrorsaur is confused. But not so confused that he can't say, "I heard the rate is very affordable," to Kon.

"STOP SAYING THINGS!" But it is too late. Kon seems to be praising some god or another, attempting to stand from his seat. Ichigo is struggling to drag him back down.

Terrorsaur glances around. "Hey, look! Primus, I think that's one of the brothel girls there!" He points to a random girl at the opposite end of the bar - let's say a pretty, red-headed girl (http://sansa-stark.livejournal.com), who looks around Ichigo's age. Just for kicks.

AND HE'S OFF!

With a screaming teenager following, threatening him in English and Japanese and any other language he can think of.

THE ROBOT WILL PAY LATER.