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Ichigo walks into the bar with a smile on his lips, pausing for a moment before heading towards the bar. Right out of Heaven and into Milliways. Go figure.
His sword is rapped in cloth on his back, his Shinigami robes are looking a bit ruffled and perhaps bloody. His left hand hurts like hell, and his eye is shut due to quite a bit of blood coming out of a fresh cut on his forehead. Still, as the saying goes, you should see the other guy.
He orders a soda, turns in his seat, and watches the crowd. It's a good day to be a Shinigami. Well, maybe not all Shinigami, but it's a good day to be him.
His sword is rapped in cloth on his back, his Shinigami robes are looking a bit ruffled and perhaps bloody. His left hand hurts like hell, and his eye is shut due to quite a bit of blood coming out of a fresh cut on his forehead. Still, as the saying goes, you should see the other guy.
He orders a soda, turns in his seat, and watches the crowd. It's a good day to be a Shinigami. Well, maybe not all Shinigami, but it's a good day to be him.