Send ‘SPIT IT OUT!’ and I’ll randomly generate a number. Whatever number it is, my muse will blurt it out to you!47. Could you get any uglier? Disgusting.
It came as little surprise that he found Ichigo in his living quarters once more. For all the tormenting and teasing and threatening the two threw back and forth at one another, they sure did spend quite a bit of time in each others company.
Bent over at the waist so that his face was level with Ichigo's where the shinigami sat on his couch, the hollow stood ridiculously close. As close as he could get without actually touching. Nose to nose, almost. There was no particular reason for it, other than he was feeling like a rotten little shit at that moment, and he really had no idea why Ichigo hadn't sat back to put some space between them or shoved him away yet. Maybe he was afraid of setting the hollow off? Who knew what ran through that strange little human mind. He could see gears turning in those brown eyes as he stared and a smirk tried desperately to worm across pale features.
Then, when the awkwardness of the situation had dragged out long enough, he curled his lip a bit, said, "Damn yer ugly." and finally pulled out of Ichigo's face to drop down on the couch beside him with a sigh. "Disgustin'. Go away."