[ It's more than just being collapsed or wiped or anything like that, the way his body feels drained to the innermost of him reminds him more of certain times during battle when close to defeat, carrying on just from sheer need, from pure power of will. Ichigo feels his chest heaving slowly, rising up, falling down, as he stares out into the dim shadows of Byakuya's body, where he dips and rises. The shape of him. Groaning low in his throat, he can't even really imagine moving, right? That would be asking too much.
Byakuya asks anyway, nudging him in his hip and saying, come.
Cracking one eye open slowly, Ichigo raises his head and looks down towards the direction of his own feet where Byakuya disappears into the shadows. His grunt clearly betrays his irritation at being disturbed in what would definitely be the greatest sleep of all time, more of a discontent huff than anything else. Isn't it typical that man, in one word asking others to move around him? Rather than asking nicely and getting everyone else on board with the idea?
At first, Ichigo doesn't sit up at all, he remains stubbornly where he is, too tired to do anything more, really, and saying in a low mutter: ]
Shouldn't you come here, huh? I just -- [ Came twice for you, he wants to continue, but the words die out and he remembers the tiredness in Byakuya's gaze earlier, that bone-deep exhaustion visible in his eyes.
Ichigo breathes in. Out. Then, he grunts again and gets up on one arm, unceremoniously shifting about on his hip until he's turning the other way around, only narrowly missing giving Byakuya a knee in the groin, which he would've deserved, that bastard, and not misssing bumping his side with his elbow. He doesn't apologise. Lying down halfway on top of the man must be apology enough. ] -- you better be happy now.
[ He doesn't sound discontent himself, to be honest, slinging his arm across Byakuya's midriff and poking his nose into his neck. everything stinks like sex.
His dad better now come wake them up tomorrow. Ichigo's gonna murder him. Byakuya needs to rest. ]
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Byakuya asks anyway, nudging him in his hip and saying, come.
Cracking one eye open slowly, Ichigo raises his head and looks down towards the direction of his own feet where Byakuya disappears into the shadows. His grunt clearly betrays his irritation at being disturbed in what would definitely be the greatest sleep of all time, more of a discontent huff than anything else. Isn't it typical that man, in one word asking others to move around him? Rather than asking nicely and getting everyone else on board with the idea?
At first, Ichigo doesn't sit up at all, he remains stubbornly where he is, too tired to do anything more, really, and saying in a low mutter: ]
Shouldn't you come here, huh? I just -- [ Came twice for you, he wants to continue, but the words die out and he remembers the tiredness in Byakuya's gaze earlier, that bone-deep exhaustion visible in his eyes.
Ichigo breathes in. Out. Then, he grunts again and gets up on one arm, unceremoniously shifting about on his hip until he's turning the other way around, only narrowly missing giving Byakuya a knee in the groin, which he would've deserved, that bastard, and not misssing bumping his side with his elbow. He doesn't apologise. Lying down halfway on top of the man must be apology enough. ] -- you better be happy now.
[ He doesn't sound discontent himself, to be honest, slinging his arm across Byakuya's midriff and poking his nose into his neck. everything stinks like sex.
His dad better now come wake them up tomorrow. Ichigo's gonna murder him. Byakuya needs to rest. ]