[RL with Ggio | Backdated to Night of June21st, to Morning of June 22nd]

[savior_n_black]

At first, when Ggio called him, Ichigo hadn't really been thinking. But since it had been a little while? Well, the worry had started to set in.
The simple fact of the matter was, this whole situation was getting harder to explain.
Kurosaki Ichigo had tenuous ties at best with Soul Society, and he wasn't one hundred percent sure that they would take his word that Ggio, being an arrancar, was not some sort of spy.

So, in the time since he had spoken to Ggio, Ichigo had done his level best to make this work; a small favor from Hachi, and the teen figured that if he moved fast enough, Ggio could slip in, and slip out, basically undetected.

Currently, though, the high vantage point of standing, midair, over Karakura town, let Ichigo see in all directions....though the view of a shinigami pacing back, and forth was probably giving a bit of pause to those few souls who could see him from the ground.

Absently, he glanced around, again, looking for any signs of a garganta opening.

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[ridethetiger]

"... They're not supposed to be devoured..."

Ggio blinked as he murmured, mostly to himself, before his eyes dropped. But he kept his hold on those hakama, as he wondered... if perhaps he had it wrong from the start. He wasn't meant to be a sacrifice to Grimmjow, but an equal; as blasphemous as the thought was for their kind of society.

At the same time, he didn't want to be so weak that he needed that kind of protection... that could be futile, anyway, if that skirmish with Eris a while ago proved anything.

"I don't want to be weak." Even if it was predetermined. His power would never be what it could have been, now that it was broken. "But I don't know how to change that, or if it should be changed. ...You really think it can get better, Ichigo?"

[savior_n_black]

Ichigo, of course, knew that nothing was predetermined. And even if it was? Things could be changed.

"Yeah. I know it can, Ggio." He answered quietly, though not looking into a pair of amber eyes...if only so that he wouldn't fall into them again.

[ridethetiger]

Silently, Ggio kept a hold of those hakama.

...But his grip started to loosen as he found himself actually falling asleep. He hadn't really rested since he left Las Noches a few days ago according to the time of the living world, and maybe it was more than exhaustion - he actually felt safe enough with Ichigo to let his guard down in this way.

And he was so warm. His reiatsu, his soul - whatever it was, Ggio was curling up closer to the shinigami to get more of it, feed off it even, as he was a bit 'hungry'.

So the little arrancar was curled under that black cloth and against Ichigo's head, mask just resting against the other, as he fell asleep to the lullaby of life around them.

[savior_n_black]

Ichigo wasn't even aware when Ggio fell asleep. The young shinigami only knew that for the first time, in a long time...he wasn't feeling keyed up with some unnameable tension.

...He never realized that the proximity of the little arrancar's reiatsu had made something inside him ease; feel like he could breathe easier.
All he registered in this moment, was warmth, and a peaceful sense of watching the lazy flickering of fireflies, and beyond them, the stars.

And so, the pair of them drifted off that way. Neither realizing that in drowsing, these two boys who so often disliked physical contact, were tangled up in one another.

Neither realizing that it was within the presence of a so-called 'enemy' that each felt so much ease.