#solargrim

[kenpxchi]

“i guess with all this ligma going around, saw con is cancelled...”

[roamingdog]

" Hey Renji, " queue a waking ichigo as he sat up. " I gotta serious question...," a tired expression on his face at first before turning into confusion. " Is mayonnaise an instrument? " It was three in the morning.

        dark eyes blink repeatedly at the ceiling, why was he here?  why was struggling to slip into the peaceful sleep that  ordinarily  would come so freely to him?  somehow he had ended up in the loud,  bright-haired teens room,   languishing away.  unable to do much else than ridicule the other.

        ‘    if you ask me one more stupid question I'm  strangling  you with this pillow !!   ’   notwithstanding his words or previous grievance,   renji lays back down as if he had not been previously gesturing very dramatically with said pillow,  the next words spoken aloud were quiet,  as if were trying to conceal them from ichigo.  maybe because he did not want to know his response.

            ‘    where did you even pull that from ?   your dream ?   ’

[roamingdog]

solargrim

drooooppp kiiiiiicks from behind

    ‘   what th’  hell did i do !!   ’

[berryheir]

@solargrim​

STOP

oh. it’s adult things huh...

[deathgami]

  @solargrim    ❄   continued!

"   you are, fool!   how dare you trash my chappy drawings! i worked hard on those!   "

[berryheir]

@solargrim​:

Ichigo lay on the couch, laptop open and drool running down the corners of his lips. Exhaustion had overtaken him last night after translating some documents. He was somewhat aware of his son's spiritual pressure somewhere in the house . . . but he could barely open his eyes to look around and check.

another day, another sneaky attempt at leaving his home. most of the time it was easy to scurry off and today would seemingly prove no different. however before the boy made his way out he’d have to sneak past his father: which was easy seeing as ichigo was close to dozing off yet kazui stayed for a bit, waiting until the older kurosaki closed his eyes before running off to reach for the nearest blanket-- draping it oh so carefully across his father, leaving one of the couch’s pillows near his head before departing.

“sweet dreams, papa.”

[roamingdog]

Hey Renji. . .is water wet?

     the silence is deafening,   the longer they stand there awkwardly the more his soul starts to leave his body.  the  lieutenant  of the sixth division,  bested by the most inane question. 

           ‘ ... no.   ’    wait.   ‘   yes.  no,  no  --  final answer.   ’

[kenpxchi]

@solargrim​ from here

no but really it would be so much fun. i mean i know all about my zanpakuto now so i can fight for real.

i guess i got you to thank for that in a way since you made me wanna know what my sword’s name was in the first place.

and yachiru wants to participate this time.