[he follows, helping to make sure Ichigo goes the right direction, since he's facing the right direction for it. And when they flop down, Shiro willingly crawls into Ichigo's lap, happy for the closeness and intimacy. They couldn't do this with anyone else around, so these moments of togetherness were more appreciated than anyone else would know. He wraps his legs around Ichigo's torso]
Tch... I'm not so weak that I can't deal with it... I just need ta figure it out.
[a sly grin, then a hiss when Ichigo bites him. Well, two can play that game, and Shiro bites him right back, brushing aside his shirt so he can sink his fangs into that creamy colored, muscular shoulder]
I don't need you to fix me. This is my job.
[... but he wouldn't mind the attention.
Well, if he insists. Shiro jerks himself away a bit, enough to get the shirt off. Why was it whenever they were alone, it always seemed to come to this? Not that Shiro minded too much. This was his dominion, after all. Now for Ichigo's shirt.... maybe a slaw up the side and a bit of a rip...]
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Tch... I'm not so weak that I can't deal with it... I just need ta figure it out.
[a sly grin, then a hiss when Ichigo bites him. Well, two can play that game, and Shiro bites him right back, brushing aside his shirt so he can sink his fangs into that creamy colored, muscular shoulder]
I don't need you to fix me. This is my job.
[... but he wouldn't mind the attention.
Well, if he insists. Shiro jerks himself away a bit, enough to get the shirt off. Why was it whenever they were alone, it always seemed to come to this? Not that Shiro minded too much. This was his dominion, after all. Now for Ichigo's shirt.... maybe a slaw up the side and a bit of a rip...]