"That's weird, you're really nice and stuff! Even if you do say weird things and have a horrible temper and suck at racing. I mean I-"

And suddenly Ggio remembered his dare: that he was to kiss Ichigo because he found him attractive, and the remembrance and realization made his stomach flip and twist into a sick knot. He hadn't even thought about it because it felt so natural to just sit here and be and not feel pressured or any kind of anxious from sexual tension. Again he was finding himself relaxing in ways around the shinigami that he hadn't with anyone before.

Hardly noticing that his own face had heated up, Ggio mumbled an apology and hurriedly directed his attention to his neglected juice box, chewing on the straw.