[ His shoulders visibly slump at Byakuya's unfazed, nothing is wrong, all expectations of a new battle, the next war, deflating a bit like a balloon inside him. His hands unfurl, hanging loosely and a bit uselessly by his sides. The man's attitude is as insolent as ever. Inarticulate. Something about Renji... Renji made him come to Kyoto? How do you make a man like Byakuya do anything he obviously wouldn't have done on his own? Isn't Byakuya too proud for something like that? Must be work-related, then... Anyway, should Ichigo feel a newfound respect for Renji for getting him here? Like, should he congratulate him next time they see each other or something? I heard you made Byakuya do something he didn't like the idea of, well done.
Right now, it doesn't feel like something you'd congratulate any of them for, though.
Why are you here, Byakuya wants to know, fully aware that Ichigo lives in Karakura Town and is, at least, a good hour by the Shinkansen away from home. Something about the other man knowing how Ichigo's kinda off-track, while so undeniably being off-track himself makes Ichigo relax for real, stretching once before casually folding his hands behind his head. Behind him, his group's getting out of view.
Not that he cares much. ]
Field trip. [ His voice is even, easy. He turns to look after the others but they're gone now, absorbed by the crowds. So Ichigo turns back to Byakuya and makes a quick sweep of the bench he's sitting on, the tea he's drinking that's probably gone cold now. What's he sitting around for, huh? What's modern Kyoto to him?
Shifting from one foot to the other, distributing his weight for a better balance, he meets Byakuya's cool, calm eyes. ] What're you doing here if you weren't looking for me?
[ What are you looking for in this place, it means. Ichigo finally sighs and lets his hands drop back to his sides, kicking a pebble with one shoe, remembering belatedly that he can stuff his hands in his pockets this time when he's in clothes with the actual damn things attached. ]
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Right now, it doesn't feel like something you'd congratulate any of them for, though.
Why are you here, Byakuya wants to know, fully aware that Ichigo lives in Karakura Town and is, at least, a good hour by the Shinkansen away from home. Something about the other man knowing how Ichigo's kinda off-track, while so undeniably being off-track himself makes Ichigo relax for real, stretching once before casually folding his hands behind his head. Behind him, his group's getting out of view.
Not that he cares much. ]
Field trip. [ His voice is even, easy. He turns to look after the others but they're gone now, absorbed by the crowds. So Ichigo turns back to Byakuya and makes a quick sweep of the bench he's sitting on, the tea he's drinking that's probably gone cold now. What's he sitting around for, huh? What's modern Kyoto to him?
Shifting from one foot to the other, distributing his weight for a better balance, he meets Byakuya's cool, calm eyes. ] What're you doing here if you weren't looking for me?
[ What are you looking for in this place, it means. Ichigo finally sighs and lets his hands drop back to his sides, kicking a pebble with one shoe, remembering belatedly that he can stuff his hands in his pockets this time when he's in clothes with the actual damn things attached. ]