[Ichigo] My HOUSE is a zoo! ...and I'm not a wuss!
Sunday was the last day of the weekend. It was a day where everyone was supposedly allowed to kick back and forget about the rest of the week, while grasping for one last bit of rest before the hell everyone knew as Mondays came barrelling around the corner.
Ichigo had planned to use his Sunday as such. He'd even managed to finish catching up on his Summer homework, and that had been a nightmare to deal with. Between Kon spazzing out over a severe lack of his 'beautiful Nee-san', and dodging his dad's attacks (At least all that fighting in Soul Society was good for one thing.), it had taken him twice as long as it should have to get everything done.
At least it kept him from thinking too much about things. He was just about to lay down and be a bum for the rest of the day in the nice cold air conditioning when he found himself flying out the window to a shout of "Life's short, play hard!"
As if to agree wholeheartedly, the concrete outside Ichigo's window proved very, very solid. And painful. And was that an egg boiling on it or just his face? He peeled himself off of the asphalt in one swift motion as his face contorted in anger and he whirled around to yell up at his dad. "The only reason my life's short is 'cause of you!"
Resigning himself to not finding any peace indoors, the strawberry shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked down the street muttering. Just great. What was he supposed to do on a hot, boring Sunday? It surprised him just how used to the same old routine he'd gotten. Ichigo sighed and kept to the shady side of the sidewalk while he aimlessly considered how to spend the rest of the afternoon. Maybe bug Tatsuki or Chad or something.
Ichigo had planned to use his Sunday as such. He'd even managed to finish catching up on his Summer homework, and that had been a nightmare to deal with. Between Kon spazzing out over a severe lack of his 'beautiful Nee-san', and dodging his dad's attacks (At least all that fighting in Soul Society was good for one thing.), it had taken him twice as long as it should have to get everything done.
At least it kept him from thinking too much about things. He was just about to lay down and be a bum for the rest of the day in the nice cold air conditioning when he found himself flying out the window to a shout of "Life's short, play hard!"
As if to agree wholeheartedly, the concrete outside Ichigo's window proved very, very solid. And painful. And was that an egg boiling on it or just his face? He peeled himself off of the asphalt in one swift motion as his face contorted in anger and he whirled around to yell up at his dad. "The only reason my life's short is 'cause of you!"
Resigning himself to not finding any peace indoors, the strawberry shoved his hands into his pockets and stalked down the street muttering. Just great. What was he supposed to do on a hot, boring Sunday? It surprised him just how used to the same old routine he'd gotten. Ichigo sighed and kept to the shady side of the sidewalk while he aimlessly considered how to spend the rest of the afternoon. Maybe bug Tatsuki or Chad or something.