[Compile] Hitsugaya, Ishida, Rangiku, Orihime
He wouldn't be accepting Rangiku's help? "Why not?" Orihime asked, putting her hands on her hips and frowning at him. "You want your powers back, don't you?" If you needed help, and help was offered, what was the harm in accepting it? Did Ishida hate the shinigami that much, that he would reject their help?
Then again, would they even be able to help? Quincies and Shinigami were so very different. If the only way to help was to make Ishida a shinigami... Well, the shinigami uniform looked very good on Ishida, but he was a tailor and able to make anything look good on him! Besides, the Quincy outfit suited him best. That was what he was, powers or no powers.
Orihime turned her attention back to Rangiku, knowing as the older woman did that it was best to drop the subject. "Me?" she asked, blinking slightly. "I was just....." What HAD she been doing? "Skipping!" she finished, vaguely remembering what she had been thinking about before her encounter with Ishida and Rangiku. "It's a lot of fun, except when gravity tries to yank your breasts down and you tell it 'Stop! Their MY breasts, not yours!' but gravity doesn't listen and keeps pulling down on them anyway and it hurts. Then skipping's not fun. But if you have a good bra, then it's great!"
He came in at the wrong moment.
...bra? What? Yanking breasts? Did he miss something?
Of course he missed something! Hitsugaya spent the last god-knows-how-long trying to find Matsumoto. Either she went off on her own, leaving her captain at the mercy of society, or he lost her before that. He prefered the first option.
And now that he did find Matsumoto, they were talking about breasts and bras. In the prescence of Ishida, a seemingly well-bred male, who might not be so due to listening into these type of converstations. Hitsugaya might had the wrong impression of the Quincy.
"Matsumotooooo..." Hitsugaya growled under his breath as he approached his buxom vice-captain. She was in big trouble.
Had Ishida been aware Hitsugaya thought he was listening in on this conversation of breasts and bras Inoue had just started, Ishida would be appalled. And shocked. And probably go on a very long diatribe to the short captain of how he wasn't listening in on the conversation, he just happened to be included in it and it just started and it was an insult to his Quincy pride to think that he would listen in on women discuss private woman matters that men really shouldn't listen to because they couldn't understand. Because they didn't wear bras (unless they were weird).
So... it was probably very lucky for Hitsugaya that Quincy powers didn't include mind reading.
"Inoue-san! Those details aren't necessary, really! Maybe it were just you and Rangiku-san, and if the two of you do wish to further speak of breasts and bras, I can leave really, I wasn't doing much here anyway. Oh look it's Hitsugaya-kun!" Ishida said, interrupting his flailing to point over at that white haired shinigami. He couldn't believe he was happy to see the boy again. maybe with him here they'd stop talking about bouncing breasts--
GAH.
Hanging onto every syllable Orihime uttered, Rangiku nodded as she held onto her own breasts in empathetic camaraderie. "Yes! I need a bra! I'm so used to having my shihakushou bind my breasts for me, that I forget I need on here!" She peered down into her shirt and surveyed any potential damage done to her breasts while going bra-less in the human world for so long.
As she visually examined herself, she heard the very familiar wail of her captain and groaned. This was so not the time to be doing an breast inspection. Sighing she righted her shirt and sat up normally, beaming an innocent smile at the white topped turnip. "Taichou! You found me! Great news! I found a place to stay." Dropping her head on Ishida's shoulder, she pressed her head down with a little more force than needed, hoping he got her meaning as he wasn't going anywhere. "I'm going to be sleeping with Uryuu, here!"
Orihime perked. "Your shihakushou bound your breasts for you?" she asked. "How did that work? Did it do a good job?" And, in response to Rangiku's plight -- "I've found a little shop a few blocks from here that sells good bras. We should go sometime!"
Ishida's flailing during this had been mostly tuned out -- Ishida was sweet, but he had a tendency to freak out during the most normal conversations (except wait, he was a boy; he was SUPPOSED to freak out when breasts were being discussed, wasn't he? Maybe Tatsuki-chan should get glasses so I can start confusing her for Ishida-kun instead of Ishida-kun for her!). But Rangiku flinging herself at Ishida as she addressed her captain tuned the teenager in to Hitsugaya's presence. "Shirou-kun!" she chirped, waving. "Hi!!!"
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Then again, would they even be able to help? Quincies and Shinigami were so very different. If the only way to help was to make Ishida a shinigami... Well, the shinigami uniform looked very good on Ishida, but he was a tailor and able to make anything look good on him! Besides, the Quincy outfit suited him best. That was what he was, powers or no powers.
Orihime turned her attention back to Rangiku, knowing as the older woman did that it was best to drop the subject. "Me?" she asked, blinking slightly. "I was just....." What HAD she been doing? "Skipping!" she finished, vaguely remembering what she had been thinking about before her encounter with Ishida and Rangiku. "It's a lot of fun, except when gravity tries to yank your breasts down and you tell it 'Stop! Their MY breasts, not yours!' but gravity doesn't listen and keeps pulling down on them anyway and it hurts. Then skipping's not fun. But if you have a good bra, then it's great!"
He came in at the wrong moment.
...bra? What? Yanking breasts? Did he miss something?
Of course he missed something! Hitsugaya spent the last god-knows-how-long trying to find Matsumoto. Either she went off on her own, leaving her captain at the mercy of society, or he lost her before that. He prefered the first option.
And now that he did find Matsumoto, they were talking about breasts and bras. In the prescence of Ishida, a seemingly well-bred male, who might not be so due to listening into these type of converstations. Hitsugaya might had the wrong impression of the Quincy.
"Matsumotooooo..." Hitsugaya growled under his breath as he approached his buxom vice-captain. She was in big trouble.
Had Ishida been aware Hitsugaya thought he was listening in on this conversation of breasts and bras Inoue had just started, Ishida would be appalled. And shocked. And probably go on a very long diatribe to the short captain of how he wasn't listening in on the conversation, he just happened to be included in it and it just started and it was an insult to his Quincy pride to think that he would listen in on women discuss private woman matters that men really shouldn't listen to because they couldn't understand. Because they didn't wear bras (unless they were weird).
So... it was probably very lucky for Hitsugaya that Quincy powers didn't include mind reading.
"Inoue-san! Those details aren't necessary, really! Maybe it were just you and Rangiku-san, and if the two of you do wish to further speak of breasts and bras, I can leave really, I wasn't doing much here anyway. Oh look it's Hitsugaya-kun!" Ishida said, interrupting his flailing to point over at that white haired shinigami. He couldn't believe he was happy to see the boy again. maybe with him here they'd stop talking about bouncing breasts--
GAH.
Hanging onto every syllable Orihime uttered, Rangiku nodded as she held onto her own breasts in empathetic camaraderie. "Yes! I need a bra! I'm so used to having my shihakushou bind my breasts for me, that I forget I need on here!" She peered down into her shirt and surveyed any potential damage done to her breasts while going bra-less in the human world for so long.
As she visually examined herself, she heard the very familiar wail of her captain and groaned. This was so not the time to be doing an breast inspection. Sighing she righted her shirt and sat up normally, beaming an innocent smile at the white topped turnip. "Taichou! You found me! Great news! I found a place to stay." Dropping her head on Ishida's shoulder, she pressed her head down with a little more force than needed, hoping he got her meaning as he wasn't going anywhere. "I'm going to be sleeping with Uryuu, here!"
Orihime perked. "Your shihakushou bound your breasts for you?" she asked. "How did that work? Did it do a good job?" And, in response to Rangiku's plight -- "I've found a little shop a few blocks from here that sells good bras. We should go sometime!"
Ishida's flailing during this had been mostly tuned out -- Ishida was sweet, but he had a tendency to freak out during the most normal conversations (except wait, he was a boy; he was SUPPOSED to freak out when breasts were being discussed, wasn't he? Maybe Tatsuki-chan should get glasses so I can start confusing her for Ishida-kun instead of Ishida-kun for her!). But Rangiku flinging herself at Ishida as she addressed her captain tuned the teenager in to Hitsugaya's presence. "Shirou-kun!" she chirped, waving. "Hi!!!"
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