[ 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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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. ]