[ A blank message with an attached photo (!) of the koi pond in Byakuya's private garden, taken at an angle. Immediately to his left, one can make out the stone bench carrying Masaki's flowers, the small vase sprouting three, purple tree peonies. It's early evening and the soft light comes from the lantern currently sitting by his feet. It's a very advanced photo, all things considered - he's actually been crouching down somewhat to take it and everything. ]
[ And to thank the other man properly, have a photo, taken from somewhere above his head, his arm completely extended to get as much of him into the frame as possible. Ichigo is in a changing room at his local gym, hair still wet from his shower and his chest bare, some droplets of water still clinging to his skin. His jeans are hugging his hips and waist, framing him in from beneath. His legs are out of frame.
He's smiling, sharply. It's only a little bit of a challenge. He misses Byakuya, these days. Thinking about him all the time, as he works on the translation which is coming along okay. He wants the other man to miss as well. ]
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[ And to thank the other man properly, have a photo, taken from somewhere above his head, his arm completely extended to get as much of him into the frame as possible. Ichigo is in a changing room at his local gym, hair still wet from his shower and his chest bare, some droplets of water still clinging to his skin. His jeans are hugging his hips and waist, framing him in from beneath. His legs are out of frame.
He's smiling, sharply. It's only a little bit of a challenge. He misses Byakuya, these days. Thinking about him all the time, as he works on the translation which is coming along okay. He wants the other man to miss as well. ]