[ Hurf. Smooshed. It actually knocks Ichigo off being balanced on the balls of his feet to landing half-sprawled with Shiro attached to his chest, burrowing. Out of reflex, mostly, Ichigo clung to the cloth under his hands to begin with, and he was about to fuss at Shiro for tackling him--
...But all that died in his throat when Shiro pinned him with the ghostly, but hurt looking black, and gold eyes. Ichigo opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. So he frowned hard, and just ran a hand through Shiro's hair. It felt nice. It did feel nice to have someone who knew him inside and out, someone he could always rely on, and someone who - just once in a while - saved him. ]
Yeah...you do.
[ His expression pulls back down into a determined scowl. ]
But only long enough to do what we need to do. Then, I promise, I'll find a way to make it better. Better for you, and Zangetsu, and...and I don't know how, but I'll do it.
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Date: 2011-08-28 07:31 am (UTC)Out of reflex, mostly, Ichigo clung to the cloth under his hands to begin with, and he was about to fuss at Shiro for tackling him--
...But all that died in his throat when Shiro pinned him with the ghostly, but hurt looking black, and gold eyes.
Ichigo opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. So he frowned hard, and just ran a hand through Shiro's hair.
It felt nice. It did feel nice to have someone who knew him inside and out, someone he could always rely on, and someone who - just once in a while - saved him. ]
Yeah...you do.
[ His expression pulls back down into a determined scowl. ]
But only long enough to do what we need to do. Then, I promise, I'll find a way to make it better. Better for you, and Zangetsu, and...and I don't know how, but I'll do it.
I swear.