But there was the difference. Shiro had sniffed out the buildings before hand. There had been no one. Not a soul. Just empty offices that would be back in the morning. Hell, even the dust in his hair and on his clothes would probably return to the buildings when the city "reset" itself.

The Hollow wraps his tail around himself and cocoons himself in his favorite blanket, covered in his scent. It's very warm, but it's nothing compared to body heat. But hey, if Ichigo wouldn't listen to words, maybe he'd pay attention to actions.

When Ichigo initially crouches down, Shiro doesn't move at all. In fact, he's seemingly asleep. But after about five minutes, and Ichigo hasn't left, the staring gets uncomfortable. With a sneer, he turns over and glares at Ichigo, eyes narrowed.

"Th'hell do you want? I'm sleepin'."