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Post by Urahara Kisuke on Apr 13, 2015 21:47:33 GMT -6
Kita set Evita up as Kisuke got closer so little Sojiro could see her. "She is so pretty." He looked to Sojiro and smiled. "Just remember she is your cousin. No kissing."
Everyone in the room laughed as Kita shook her head. "Why do you have to be such a goof?"
Kisuke smirked. "What fun would it be if I were not?" He looked back to Inoue and smiled. "She is beautiful Inoue. Congratulations, little lady."
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on Apr 13, 2015 23:11:27 GMT -6
The door slammed open, making people jump, as Ichigo returned carrying a few tubs of ice cream. He'd meant to get one or two, but then he'd realized Orihime's favorite flavor - strawberry - was an 'alternate' nickname for himself. And he'd got distracted from there. He set the FOUR tubs of ice cream up on the counter. "Hello, guys, I got ice cream to celebrate. Pistachio, vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry." He blushed again as the group started laughing and then smiled. Oh well. He piled a bowl high with scoops of all four and walked into the bedroom, looking at Orihime and offering the peace offering. He'd make it up to her from now on.
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 23, 2015 20:48:08 GMT -6
"Finally Getting a Clue": Ichigo stumbled up the steps to Orihime’s apartment and knocked on the door with his elbow. His arms were full of groceries, ice cream, and some new nice plastic dishes. Evita seemed to be able to break things with her mind when she was upset enough - as the group had found out when they had tried to take Orihime out for a breather. She’d screamed until a frame of Orihime and Sora had fallen and Orihime had picked her up. Squirming, she’d gotten free of her mother but grabbed her sleeve. In fact, Orihime had hardly left her apartment for three years. Evita wouldn’t allow it, something to do with an animal’s - or in this case - a hollow’s instinct to keep family close by. An instinct that was finally starting to abate now. In fact, Evita wasn’t home today. For the second time, Kisuke had stolen her away, tempting the shrewd child with some magnetic bricks. He needed to check her growing relatsu and the lab was a better place to do it than home. Thankfully, the child hadn’t fussed. When Orihime didn’t respond, Ichigo set one bag down and fumbled for his key. Slipping into the darkened room, he smiled, seeing Orihime asleep on the couch. Evita, screaming or silent, was a handful, but her mother’s light still shone. Blushing slightly, he walked over to the kitchen and started putting things away.
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Post by Orihime Inoue on May 24, 2015 11:51:19 GMT -6
Inoue woke to the shuffling going on in her kitchen. She rose slowly, rubbing her eyes then stretch with a silent yawn. She bounced from the couch and shuffled her way into the kitchen. "Ichigo..." She tipped a bag resting on the counter, peeking at what was inside. "You didn't have to do this, Ichigo. It's very sweet of you."
Walking over to Ichigo, she lifted herself on the balls of her feet. She kissed his cheek. "Would you like some tea?"
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 24, 2015 16:10:39 GMT -6
Ichigo smiled back. “I’m good actually. I had some soda with my lunch before coming here. But do you want me to make you some?” He grabbed the peanut butter before she could and set it on the cupboard shelf, reaching up to scratch his head. “Oh, and you don’t have to thank me. Someone had to help you out with Vale busy. I don’t mind it being me.” He blushed slightly and grabbed the milk, putting it in the fridge. “How was your nap?”
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Post by Orihime Inoue on May 24, 2015 16:25:54 GMT -6
"Well, Vale is happy with her and his shop." Inoue stated, sitting down at the counter. She nodded as Ichigo picked up the teapot. "As for my nap," she giggled. "I could use another." Inoue looked at Ichigo, a shy smile on her face. She traced circled on the counter top with her fingertip, trying to distract herself. "Ichigo...How..." He glanced at him quickly. "How are things in the Soul Society?"
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 24, 2015 21:53:40 GMT -6
Ichigo rubbed the back of his head as he filled the teapot. “It’s quiet in Soul Society, and you can barely see any signs of the destruction that happened unless you know where to look.” He turned around and chuckled. “That means that Kenpachi is bored and tries to corner me into another battle. I swear, sometimes I don’t know which of the three are madder, Hirako, Kenpachi, Kurotsuchi. They’re all crazy.”
He paused. “You know, you could go back to sleep, Orihime. I know where my way around here by now, and this is supposed to be your break. I know Evita's cute and all that, but she does suck a lot of time out of you."
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Post by Orihime Inoue on May 24, 2015 22:00:25 GMT -6
Inoue giggled. "But, you're here. And, while you're here you have my undivided attention." Propping herself up on her elbows, she leaned over the counter. She pulled up her deep v-neck tee shirt at the front, so she wouldn't expos herself. "You know, you should stop by more. I mean, I know you're busy with work and being a Soul Reaper. But, I enjoy your company. So...Yeah! Come by more." Inoue tilted her head with a wide beaming smile.
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 25, 2015 12:23:18 GMT -6
Ichigo grinned and poured the tea into the hot water before setting it back on the stove. “I think I can do that. I kind of miss seeing you.” He rubbed the back of his head again. “But I didn’t want to get in the way of Evita and you. She kind of throws things when someone does that.” As the tea kettle whistled, he lifted it from the stove and grabbed a cup for her. “But the danger zone seems to be passing.”
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Post by Orihime Inoue on May 25, 2015 12:39:33 GMT -6
Inoue took the tea cup from Ichigo, and set it to the counter in front of her. Looking down into the cup, she smiled. "Ichigo, don't take this the wrong way. But, you're stupid." She giggled as Ichigo opened his mouth in protest. "Well! We're almost thirty and you still haven't told me you love me." Inoue stuck out her bottom lip and looked to Ichigo with big pouty eyes. "It's not like I've made it a secret how I feel about you...Stupid."
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 25, 2015 12:56:54 GMT -6
Ichigo nearly dropped the teapot and burn himself but managed barely to get it back on the stove. Face crimson, he turned back to Orhime. “It’s - it’s not that I don’t love you. I mean, you’re gorgeous, who wouldn’t?” He laughed nervously and took her hand. “Orihime, you have a kid. I can’t just ask you out and if I disappoint you, it could hurt the kid. I- I can’t do that.”
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Post by Orihime Inoue on May 25, 2015 13:08:55 GMT -6
Inoue shook her head with a smile. "But, you won't disappoint me. You've been my best friend forever, Ichigo. Why would you think that you would disappoint me?" Squeezing his hand gently, she motioned for him to come from around the counter.
Ichigo moved slowly around the counter, his hand still in hers; and stood beside Inoue. She turned to face him, a serious look on her face. "Ichigo..." Inoue grabbed Ichigo by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a heated kiss. "Stop being stupid..." she said pulling away and taking a breathe. "Tell me you love me."
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 25, 2015 13:18:16 GMT -6
Ichigo gasped as the beautiful redhead pulled him into a very hot kiss. He could feel his face heating up like an adolescent yet again and could hear a few of his friends snickering in his head. Blinking quickly to clear his head of the warm buzz developing, he registered her question and smiled. “Yeah, Orihime, I love you.” With a trembling hand, he pushed a lock of hair falling into her face behind her ear.
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Post by Orihime Inoue on May 25, 2015 13:32:47 GMT -6
Inoue smiled as he pushed the lock of hair from her face. "Thank you." She looked at him. His reddend face but focused eyes made her smile grow wider. "You mean it, right? You're not just saying it. You mean it?" Her hands fell into her lap and she hung her head slightly. "Because I want you to mean it."
Inoue nervously pulled her hair into a ponytail. "I want you to mean it, Ichigo. I want to love me like I've love you."
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Post by Ichigo Kurosaki on May 25, 2015 14:23:48 GMT -6
Ichigo’s heart lurched as she lowered her head. He really hated when she did that. He reached up to the hand fiddling with her hair ad tugged it away, letting her golden hair spill down again. Gulping slightly, he stepped closer. “I do mean it, Orihime. I - I don’t know why I’ve always waited. It’s -it’s just you’re so beautiful. And I thought for sure someone would sweep you off your feet.” He released her hand and rubbed his hair again. “I - I’m not good at that.”
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