[ Maybe, sitting opposite someone else, Ichigo would have protested. What's that supposed to mean anyway, they will tell you soon, what? What will they tell him? He shifts a bit on his pillow and abandons the long spoon in his chocolate, leaning back on his hands to stare, affronted, at Byakuya for a long moment, about to say all these things to him, complain loudly about how utterly inarticulate and uninformative he's being, shit. Then, he is met by the other man's firm, steady gaze and something in Ichigo's head clicks into place, so he ends up just sitting there. Staring.
They will tell him soon enough. And they are very happy.
Oh.
Ichigo's eyes widen comically for a moment, then his whole expression softens and he actually smiles slightly, leaning forward again to poke about in his hot chocolate with his spoon, considering what to say. How much of what he's feeling to give away. It kinda feels like it should be Rukia's to see, but supposedly she would just think he should be honoured to be able to express himself at all in Byakuya's vicinity.
Rukia... who's going to be... Renji, too... ]
I see.
[ Just that, for a long moment.
Then, he shrugs one shoulder, inclining his head so he can glance back up at Byakuya without actively raising his face. Thud, thud, thud goes the spoon in the cup. He lifts it casually and sucks the thin layer of whipped cream and chocolate off of it, before muttering: ]
I'm happy for them. Rukia deserves to have that kind of joy.
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They will tell him soon enough. And they are very happy.
Oh.
Ichigo's eyes widen comically for a moment, then his whole expression softens and he actually smiles slightly, leaning forward again to poke about in his hot chocolate with his spoon, considering what to say. How much of what he's feeling to give away. It kinda feels like it should be Rukia's to see, but supposedly she would just think he should be honoured to be able to express himself at all in Byakuya's vicinity.
Rukia... who's going to be... Renji, too... ]
I see.
[ Just that, for a long moment.
Then, he shrugs one shoulder, inclining his head so he can glance back up at Byakuya without actively raising his face. Thud, thud, thud goes the spoon in the cup. He lifts it casually and sucks the thin layer of whipped cream and chocolate off of it, before muttering: ]
I'm happy for them. Rukia deserves to have that kind of joy.