[ He's a little bit too slow to glance towards the door which speaks volumes - after all, if it had been anyone but Ichigo, he would have had to actually react somehow. His abilities might be more impacted by his inconvenience than he'd realised. As it is, however, there's no danger apart from hypotheticals; Ichigo steps inside in his pyjama bottoms (and nothing else, oh, that's - yes), closes the door and sees him.
Surprise is such a nice look on his face, really. Byakuya will endavour to see it more often.
He doesn't move as Ichigo crosses the distance between them and grabs his shihakusho, groaning all the while and keeping his voice down simultaneously in an impressive display of multi-tasking. Byakuya follows primarily because he doesn't necessarily have any need nor desire to keep standing aimlessly in his bedroom; the fact that his body wouldn't let him resist in any case at this very moment is, of course, unimportant. He could if he wanted to. Of course he could. Regardless, as they make their way to the foot of the bed, he stumbles very slightly and seeing as his pride won't let him face-plant on Ichigo's carpet, he grabs onto his arm instead and rights himself, letting go as quickly as he can.
Then, he immediately regrets his rashness. He's missed touching him quite a bit, really.
With a sigh, he glances towards Ichigo's desk, littered with work. Then, he looks at the schedule on the wall and pointedly, back at Ichigo. ]
I thought, perhaps, with the right incentive...
[ He looks at Ichigo for a long moment, then steps closer because he can't (won't) stop himself, slipping one hand into his hair very lightly, fingertips threading through the strands near his ear. This close up, Ichigo looks a mix of overly focused (his eyes, in particular) and dead-tired (also his eyes, oddly enough). Byakuya doesn't feel very vindicated at the thought that they both look exhausted right now - not very. ]
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Surprise is such a nice look on his face, really. Byakuya will endavour to see it more often.
He doesn't move as Ichigo crosses the distance between them and grabs his shihakusho, groaning all the while and keeping his voice down simultaneously in an impressive display of multi-tasking. Byakuya follows primarily because he doesn't necessarily have any need nor desire to keep standing aimlessly in his bedroom; the fact that his body wouldn't let him resist in any case at this very moment is, of course, unimportant. He could if he wanted to. Of course he could. Regardless, as they make their way to the foot of the bed, he stumbles very slightly and seeing as his pride won't let him face-plant on Ichigo's carpet, he grabs onto his arm instead and rights himself, letting go as quickly as he can.
Then, he immediately regrets his rashness. He's missed touching him quite a bit, really.
With a sigh, he glances towards Ichigo's desk, littered with work. Then, he looks at the schedule on the wall and pointedly, back at Ichigo. ]
I thought, perhaps, with the right incentive...
[ He looks at Ichigo for a long moment, then steps closer because he can't (won't) stop himself, slipping one hand into his hair very lightly, fingertips threading through the strands near his ear. This close up, Ichigo looks a mix of overly focused (his eyes, in particular) and dead-tired (also his eyes, oddly enough). Byakuya doesn't feel very vindicated at the thought that they both look exhausted right now - not very. ]
We could both be persuaded to sleep for a bit.