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Rin stares between the scrawled address in his hand and the number on the door in front of him, lifting a hand to scratch uncertainly at the back of his neck. Somehow, it'd all seemed like a better idea a couple hours ago, when he'd decided on it, and now that he's there, he wonders if he's not just going to be sent away like some weird, irritating kid with issues. Which he is.
But there's really nobody else to talk to; not like he knows he needs to. Rukia and Nuriko are both great and all, and he knows some people his own age, but he can't really talk to them honestly (the kids at school) and he's just starting to feel weird about constantly spending all of his time around girls, when he'd spent the first fifteen years of his life essentially without.
Lifting the little empty baby food jar with the bullet he'd saved out of the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt, he tips it in circles in his hand, watching the stained piece of wood roll around the edge. It's sort of a bribe, or at least, a foot in the door, for Rin to get inside and talk with Dean. He feels less guilty about it than he does frustrated that he even needs something like this, and in any case, whatever he is feeling is just that - a feeling. Logically, this is the last place his feet should have taken him. As far as Rin's heard, Dean Winchester is the best demon hunter in Darrow. And Okumura Rin is the stupidest demon with the highest profile. Not exactly a love match for the ages.
With a growl, he swallows down his last reservations and reaches out to rap loudly on the door.
But there's really nobody else to talk to; not like he knows he needs to. Rukia and Nuriko are both great and all, and he knows some people his own age, but he can't really talk to them honestly (the kids at school) and he's just starting to feel weird about constantly spending all of his time around girls, when he'd spent the first fifteen years of his life essentially without.
Lifting the little empty baby food jar with the bullet he'd saved out of the pocket of his hooded sweatshirt, he tips it in circles in his hand, watching the stained piece of wood roll around the edge. It's sort of a bribe, or at least, a foot in the door, for Rin to get inside and talk with Dean. He feels less guilty about it than he does frustrated that he even needs something like this, and in any case, whatever he is feeling is just that - a feeling. Logically, this is the last place his feet should have taken him. As far as Rin's heard, Dean Winchester is the best demon hunter in Darrow. And Okumura Rin is the stupidest demon with the highest profile. Not exactly a love match for the ages.
With a growl, he swallows down his last reservations and reaches out to rap loudly on the door.
