[Compile] Hitsugaya, Ishida, Rangiku, Orihime
Hitsugaya scoffed at Ishida's snide remark. "Well obviously."
However, any further comment was distracted by a rather..."open" display of the human anatomy. He found himself frozen to the spot; shocked, furious, and about to explode into little pieces of icy shards.
"....................Shirt. Down. Please." Hitsugaya finally found his voice, only able to find very few words in his vocabulary which were working. Though he should be used to it by now, this was a different situation. It was coming from Orihime.
Ishida couldn't help a soft smirk and he adjusted his glasses at Hitsugaya's short reply. He wasn't as entertaining to snark against as Kurosaki (gasp, not that Ishida actually enjoyed his sarcastic snippy conversations with Kurosaki, not in the least! But his interaction with the spiky haired shinigami could be entertaining one days that Ishida was especially bored) but it would do for now.
Ishida was so caught up in his 'fufufufu'ing over Hitsugaya, he didn't even notice what the two girls were talking about and doing. Until Hitsugaya got in a tizzy over something, and there was nothing wrong with Ishida's shirt, so he glanced over.
"Wha-- GAH!" The boy turned beet red and he resisted running and ducking behind the bench away from the half exposed breasts and instead just slapped his hands over his eyes. "W-what are you two doing! We're in public!"
Making a face at her captain, she pulled Orihime's shirt down just as the girl realized the particular situation they'd found themselves. Ha! She should have pulled up her own shirt! That would have really made them panic and fluster.
Rangiku settled back down on the bench, chewing on the finished popsicle stick. "We should go shopping. I need new clothes too. Preferably ones that don't sport propositions across my breasts. I think I've broken a totally of thirty-three noses today because of this shirt. Men are just perverts when it comes to breasts!"
Orihime let out a little sigh of relief as Rangiku lowered her shirt. Toushiro and Ishida were getting so worked up about it! The teenager found herself far more embarrassed by their reactions than she had been about being exposed. Rangiku, of course, didn't seem at all flustered by what she had done. Orihime wasn't sure whether to be admiring or appalled by the older woman's shamelessness.
"I've never had a problem with guys and my breasts," she commented thoughtfully. Tatsuki would say differently, but Tatsuki often talked about guys and their "wandering eyes" and Orihime had yet to see a pair of eyes walking out of a guy's head. Even the most sensible people had to have their crazy ideas, Orihime supposed. "Then again," the girl continued, eyeing Rangiku's chest. "Your breasts are bigger than mine." Maybe her breasts just didn't fit the bill.
"Never had a problem...about guys and breasts..." Hitsugaya couldn't help but look unimpressed. Matsumoto was calling men perverts, while Orihime seemed indifferent about it. Personally, he didn't think that was the main issue; the lack of dignity was what got to him. And how they react afterwards.
Women. Walking oxymorons. Despite being a genius, he could never understand them.
"Why are you all talking about breasts?!?!" He snapped, eye twitching from stress. It was like they were dropped into this world just to deviate from the original plan.
Ishida didn't run to the bench to hide from the lifted up shirts and talk of cute designs on bras, but he did retreat to the bench and picked up his book. Let the talk of bras and breasts continue, he was done with it. and it was obvious the girls weren't going to stop.
Fine fine fine. He'd sit over here and plug his ears.
He had a limit on how many times he flustered and lost composure a day (four, for the record). He did after all have an image to upkeep. Of the super cool, super-composed-handicraft president and Quincy-who-was-still-a-Quincy-even-if-he-didn't-have-his-powers-not-that-he-was-talking-about-that-to-anyone. It was quite an image to upkeep.
"You should know girls well enough to not ask something like that, Hitsugaya-kun," he said before adjusting his glasses and finding where he was in his book before earlier interrupted.
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However, any further comment was distracted by a rather..."open" display of the human anatomy. He found himself frozen to the spot; shocked, furious, and about to explode into little pieces of icy shards.
"....................Shirt. Down. Please." Hitsugaya finally found his voice, only able to find very few words in his vocabulary which were working. Though he should be used to it by now, this was a different situation. It was coming from Orihime.
Ishida couldn't help a soft smirk and he adjusted his glasses at Hitsugaya's short reply. He wasn't as entertaining to snark against as Kurosaki (gasp, not that Ishida actually enjoyed his sarcastic snippy conversations with Kurosaki, not in the least! But his interaction with the spiky haired shinigami could be entertaining one days that Ishida was especially bored) but it would do for now.
Ishida was so caught up in his 'fufufufu'ing over Hitsugaya, he didn't even notice what the two girls were talking about and doing. Until Hitsugaya got in a tizzy over something, and there was nothing wrong with Ishida's shirt, so he glanced over.
"Wha-- GAH!" The boy turned beet red and he resisted running and ducking behind the bench away from the half exposed breasts and instead just slapped his hands over his eyes. "W-what are you two doing! We're in public!"
Making a face at her captain, she pulled Orihime's shirt down just as the girl realized the particular situation they'd found themselves. Ha! She should have pulled up her own shirt! That would have really made them panic and fluster.
Rangiku settled back down on the bench, chewing on the finished popsicle stick. "We should go shopping. I need new clothes too. Preferably ones that don't sport propositions across my breasts. I think I've broken a totally of thirty-three noses today because of this shirt. Men are just perverts when it comes to breasts!"
Orihime let out a little sigh of relief as Rangiku lowered her shirt. Toushiro and Ishida were getting so worked up about it! The teenager found herself far more embarrassed by their reactions than she had been about being exposed. Rangiku, of course, didn't seem at all flustered by what she had done. Orihime wasn't sure whether to be admiring or appalled by the older woman's shamelessness.
"I've never had a problem with guys and my breasts," she commented thoughtfully. Tatsuki would say differently, but Tatsuki often talked about guys and their "wandering eyes" and Orihime had yet to see a pair of eyes walking out of a guy's head. Even the most sensible people had to have their crazy ideas, Orihime supposed. "Then again," the girl continued, eyeing Rangiku's chest. "Your breasts are bigger than mine." Maybe her breasts just didn't fit the bill.
"Never had a problem...about guys and breasts..." Hitsugaya couldn't help but look unimpressed. Matsumoto was calling men perverts, while Orihime seemed indifferent about it. Personally, he didn't think that was the main issue; the lack of dignity was what got to him. And how they react afterwards.
Women. Walking oxymorons. Despite being a genius, he could never understand them.
"Why are you all talking about breasts?!?!" He snapped, eye twitching from stress. It was like they were dropped into this world just to deviate from the original plan.
Ishida didn't run to the bench to hide from the lifted up shirts and talk of cute designs on bras, but he did retreat to the bench and picked up his book. Let the talk of bras and breasts continue, he was done with it. and it was obvious the girls weren't going to stop.
Fine fine fine. He'd sit over here and plug his ears.
He had a limit on how many times he flustered and lost composure a day (four, for the record). He did after all have an image to upkeep. Of the super cool, super-composed-handicraft president and Quincy-who-was-still-a-Quincy-even-if-he-didn't-have-his-powers-not-that-he-was-talking-about-that-to-anyone. It was quite an image to upkeep.
"You should know girls well enough to not ask something like that, Hitsugaya-kun," he said before adjusting his glasses and finding where he was in his book before earlier interrupted.
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