[LOG] It's the morons! [COMPLETE]
Title: Like A Dog With A Bone
Characters: The two douchemorons. Uh. That is, Renji and Ichigo.
Locale: The gardens. Aka Ichigo's new emospot.
Timeframe: A couple of days after Renji and Ichigo's original blowup.
What: Renji just wants Ichigo to fight him. Ichigo would rather be emo and misguidedly chivalrous. And this summary would rather be made of suck.
Rating/Warning: PG-13. For -- you guessed it -- swearing.
It was a beautiful day but Renji couldn't care less. He couldn't have cared less if it the weather was railing at the earth for all it was worth. The blooming flowers, vibrant hues peeking out from shy buds, passed by unheeded. The sun soaked the immaculately tended lawn in golden saturation, birds sang (ta-weet-weet-wip, ta-weet-weet-wip) in the trees, which in turn were an explosion of green; their leaves cast cool blue shadows on the ground.
Still Renji scowled. He walked with long strides, which wasn't unusual, and his hands in his pockets, which also wasn't unusual, but that the fact that he was in the gardens was, in and of itself, unusual. For the most part, Renji still preferred to just stay in his room; it wasn't as though there was anything worthwhile to do outside of it. Besides, the gardens always filled him with a keen nostalgia that hit him low in the gut. But he had realized, through a combination of asking others and doing his own searching, that there was no other place Ichigo could be.
So it transpired that Renji walked through the near-idyllic gardens on a day that was the poster child for spring weather, with a scowl on his face and long strides and his hands stuck in his pockets. He spotted Ichigo from a ways off; he was sitting under one of the trees in front of the duck pond. The scowl deepened, but despite a growing discomfort Renji continued to where Ichigo sat.
"Oi, berrybrain," he said, drawing to a halt.
Really, it wasn't a great idea. Renji knew that when he did something with an assortment of half-baked reasons for doing it, it wouldn't end up well. But he had found himself unable to stop from seeking Ichigo out in person -- just goes to show, he thought, but didn't finish the thought because he realized it wasn't really the sort of thought he wanted to finish.
Characters: The two douchemorons. Uh. That is, Renji and Ichigo.
Locale: The gardens. Aka Ichigo's new emospot.
Timeframe: A couple of days after Renji and Ichigo's original blowup.
What: Renji just wants Ichigo to fight him. Ichigo would rather be emo and misguidedly chivalrous. And this summary would rather be made of suck.
Rating/Warning: PG-13. For -- you guessed it -- swearing.
It was a beautiful day but Renji couldn't care less. He couldn't have cared less if it the weather was railing at the earth for all it was worth. The blooming flowers, vibrant hues peeking out from shy buds, passed by unheeded. The sun soaked the immaculately tended lawn in golden saturation, birds sang (ta-weet-weet-wip, ta-weet-weet-wip) in the trees, which in turn were an explosion of green; their leaves cast cool blue shadows on the ground.
Still Renji scowled. He walked with long strides, which wasn't unusual, and his hands in his pockets, which also wasn't unusual, but that the fact that he was in the gardens was, in and of itself, unusual. For the most part, Renji still preferred to just stay in his room; it wasn't as though there was anything worthwhile to do outside of it. Besides, the gardens always filled him with a keen nostalgia that hit him low in the gut. But he had realized, through a combination of asking others and doing his own searching, that there was no other place Ichigo could be.
So it transpired that Renji walked through the near-idyllic gardens on a day that was the poster child for spring weather, with a scowl on his face and long strides and his hands stuck in his pockets. He spotted Ichigo from a ways off; he was sitting under one of the trees in front of the duck pond. The scowl deepened, but despite a growing discomfort Renji continued to where Ichigo sat.
"Oi, berrybrain," he said, drawing to a halt.
Really, it wasn't a great idea. Renji knew that when he did something with an assortment of half-baked reasons for doing it, it wouldn't end up well. But he had found himself unable to stop from seeking Ichigo out in person -- just goes to show, he thought, but didn't finish the thought because he realized it wasn't really the sort of thought he wanted to finish.