Renji whistled to himself as he hiked back from the stream, fishing pole over his shoulder, tackle box in one hand and cooler in the other. He’d asked Byakuya if he’d wanted to come with him, but his taichou had steadfastly refused. Renji knew better by now than to try and get the older shinigami to do anything he didn’t want to, so he’d simply
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I love that Bya was kinda whiney about his wrinkled clothes...
*weird sounds start to be heard over her talking*
and I love Renji adding the xoxo under Bya's signature and it not being the same and
*smoke starts pouring from her ears*
I LOVE the happy ending to the massage and I love Bya trying so hard and failing miserably and
*fluff starts coming out her mouth*
I loved the wood pile on the carpet. And I loved that it was not proper to have sex before dinner. and I loved that Bya offered to give the massage. AND...
*falls over from DEATH BY FANGIRL but not before shoving it into her memories*
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hehehe Thank you so much for making me laugh out loud like that ^^
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I would like to accept this award for all the fangirls who died before me and were unable to document their deaths in comment.
And to my MOM the ultimate fan girl who taught me to say hunk-a-hunk by the age of two whenever Magnum P.I. was on TV
Thank you so much
*does queen wave*
but honestly that was a great fic i loved it and added it to my favs it was a nice peice of cynical fluff and exactly what i needed. thanks again for sharing
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