[ He's resigning himself to sleeping outside for the night and leaving what little things he's brought for his gigai in the hotel as a parting gift for the criminals that are surely planning on ambushing him in his sleep when Ichigo straightens next to him, sighing loudly enough to make him glance sideways at him. He looks exactly as he tends to do before jumping into action and Byakuya is instantly on alert, perhaps slightly skeptical.
Then, Ichigo turns towards him, looking entirely too self-assured for what comes out of his mouth two seconds after. Byakuya blinks, again - for a long moment, he doesn't know how to say anything at all. It's one thing that the hotel is, objectively, generously speaking, a hole in the ground but though he's certainly used to luxury, Byakuya can potentially sleep in most places if he must. To make his lieutenant happy, no, he's not going to subject himself to the indignities of this hotel but there are options, surely, that he'd survive just fine.
Options that don't include - and when he says sleeping with, what exactly does he mean?
His mind chooses to punctuate that question with a re-wind of Ichigo licking cream off his spoon.
Sigh. ]
If you insist.
[ Clearly, they will require extra bedding and there'll be a couch, presumably, or something. If only he hadn't counted on Renji setting things up, he could have brought a way to get money for himself - next time, definitely. Assuming there'll be one.
[ Sure, there's gonna be some additional trouble they have to go to now, of course. Can't be helped.
Ichigo will need the reception ladies to fix him up with extra bedding and, naturally, he is gonna take the couch in his suite, since he's not any taller than it should be doable, even if he won't be able to swim in the space the way Rukia would, right? Yeah, Byakuya might be taller, he notices as he turns away and starts down the street towards his own hotel, a four-star deal with comfortable accommodations that Tanaka had scouted out for them, once Byakuya has accepted, no arguments. But their height difference is a head at most.
Since when did Ichigo start caring about these kinds of things anyway, huh? He can't remember how tall Jamie is, or Tanaka for that matter. Height never meant anything, he can beat most people at the height he's grown into. It's fine.
Still, he looks at Byakuya one extra time over one shoulder. ]
I insist, you know. If Rukia found out I let you fend for yourself all night, I'm in big trouble.
[ While it's said with his back turned, his expression as such obscured, Ichigo still sounds direct and unapologetic, his tone coming clearly through. He doesn't mind leading them back to his hotel and he wouldn't mind leading them anywhere else, and any instinct in him that thinks he shouldn't just has to recall Byakuya against that wall, falling apart, dying.
Swallowing, Ichigo thrusts his hands into his pockets and stares straight ahead.
In battle, height means nothing. But there are other venues, supposedly. What does he know? He's gonna take the couch. ]
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Then, Ichigo turns towards him, looking entirely too self-assured for what comes out of his mouth two seconds after. Byakuya blinks, again - for a long moment, he doesn't know how to say anything at all. It's one thing that the hotel is, objectively, generously speaking, a hole in the ground but though he's certainly used to luxury, Byakuya can potentially sleep in most places if he must. To make his lieutenant happy, no, he's not going to subject himself to the indignities of this hotel but there are options, surely, that he'd survive just fine.
Options that don't include - and when he says sleeping with, what exactly does he mean?
His mind chooses to punctuate that question with a re-wind of Ichigo licking cream off his spoon.
Sigh. ]
If you insist.
[ Clearly, they will require extra bedding and there'll be a couch, presumably, or something. If only he hadn't counted on Renji setting things up, he could have brought a way to get money for himself - next time, definitely. Assuming there'll be one.
He looks at Ichigo. Then, he looks away.
Probably, there will. ]
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Ichigo will need the reception ladies to fix him up with extra bedding and, naturally, he is gonna take the couch in his suite, since he's not any taller than it should be doable, even if he won't be able to swim in the space the way Rukia would, right? Yeah, Byakuya might be taller, he notices as he turns away and starts down the street towards his own hotel, a four-star deal with comfortable accommodations that Tanaka had scouted out for them, once Byakuya has accepted, no arguments. But their height difference is a head at most.
Since when did Ichigo start caring about these kinds of things anyway, huh? He can't remember how tall Jamie is, or Tanaka for that matter. Height never meant anything, he can beat most people at the height he's grown into. It's fine.
Still, he looks at Byakuya one extra time over one shoulder. ]
I insist, you know. If Rukia found out I let you fend for yourself all night, I'm in big trouble.
[ While it's said with his back turned, his expression as such obscured, Ichigo still sounds direct and unapologetic, his tone coming clearly through. He doesn't mind leading them back to his hotel and he wouldn't mind leading them anywhere else, and any instinct in him that thinks he shouldn't just has to recall Byakuya against that wall, falling apart, dying.
Swallowing, Ichigo thrusts his hands into his pockets and stares straight ahead.
In battle, height means nothing. But there are other venues, supposedly. What does he know? He's gonna take the couch. ]