[ He makes a mistake, then, by sipping his tea just as Ichigo tells him English and then, proceeding to - oh. He pauses, eyes widening very slightly as his gaze snaps back to the other man. He forgets entirely to swallow the tea for at least three seconds. Perhaps he should have expected - with how determinedly Ichigo straddles many worlds simultaneously, it seems logically fitting, somehow, that he'd do the same with languages - but all the same... Thoughts stuttering whilst his brain tries to remember the proper sequence of actions from this point on, the tea growing progressively cooler on the back of his tongue, he finally forces himself to look away just to give himself a (badly needed) reprieve, a chance to collect himself.
So. Kurosaki Ichigo is an intellectual in his own right, isn't he. He respects his mother's spirit enough to carry her along even past the boundaries of worlds; he studies, not for the sake of fighting but to learn languages and of course, it goes with his prowess on the battlefield because stupid people seldom survive for long - yes, it shouldn't surprise him at all but somehow, it does.
He doesn't know what to do with that, with this new, fuller picture of Ichigo that's slowly shaping itself within his mind.
So he swallows the tea, finally remembering how, then says, voice perhaps a little rough: ]
If not for the sake of showing off - [ Because certainly, he could if he wanted to. ] - what will you do with it?
[ Distractingly, the sound of Ichigo speaking English at him keeps running on repeat at the back of his mind. It's not nearly as bothersome as it ought to be, either, which is probably where the true issue lies. ]
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So. Kurosaki Ichigo is an intellectual in his own right, isn't he. He respects his mother's spirit enough to carry her along even past the boundaries of worlds; he studies, not for the sake of fighting but to learn languages and of course, it goes with his prowess on the battlefield because stupid people seldom survive for long - yes, it shouldn't surprise him at all but somehow, it does.
He doesn't know what to do with that, with this new, fuller picture of Ichigo that's slowly shaping itself within his mind.
So he swallows the tea, finally remembering how, then says, voice perhaps a little rough: ]
If not for the sake of showing off - [ Because certainly, he could if he wanted to. ] - what will you do with it?
[ Distractingly, the sound of Ichigo speaking English at him keeps running on repeat at the back of his mind. It's not nearly as bothersome as it ought to be, either, which is probably where the true issue lies. ]