Kneels on a chair and hoists his lizard Hollow up towards a bug on the ceiling. Both of them are transfixed by it, waiting for the moment the lizard snaps it up in its mouth. Neither of them realize that Ichigo is behind them right now.
@killerinstincts || accepting
It’s become alarmingly normal to walk into his apartment and immediately wonder if he should leave again.
Ichigo stops inside the doorway, one brow lifting as he takes in the scene--Zangetsu crouched on one of the kitchen chairs, balanced like a still, pale, perfect gargoyle. Both of his arms are lifted overhead, hoisting his lizard toward the ceiling with complete seriousness while all six little legs pedal frantically in the air.
Ichigo squints and follows the line of its snout upward.
On the ceiling, a spider circles idly, lazily, seemingly unaware of the spirit creatures creeping below attempting to make a snack of it.
Then.
A tongue lashes out in a blur. There’s a wet crunching noise as the lizard’s mouth snaps shut, tail twitching happily, working that mouthful down its throat while Zangetsu grins like he’s just witnessed art.
Ichigo closes his eyes for a long second. When he opens them again, he folds his arms across his chest.
“You know, Grimmjow just turned the fridge into a haunted house exhibit. Someone with a lot of extra free time should definitely clean that up.”
