We can fight our desires, but oooh, when we start making fires

[snowwhitesoul]

Who: Rukia ( snowwhitesoul ) and Shiro (holeheart )
What: A bit of comfort and a bit of confrontation
Where: Kurosaki Clinic 
When: Evening of September 3rd
Warning: Shiro's mobile swearword zone

The Clinic is quiet. After so much noise and arguing the past few day, the silence is ringing. Ichigo has gone off somewhere to think, cool his heels, and probably get into more

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[holeheart]

He wasn't getting into more fights. Because Shiro would know. And this time? He would crash any party that Ichigo threw without him. Fuck that noise. He wouldn't let Ichigo fight crippled any more. So Shiro constantly monitored Ichigo for use of his power, increased heart rate, anger, excitement... anything that might tip him off.

But there was nothing.

So he just laid on Ichigo's bed, surrounded by his own long hair, and thought. About what, though? Everything. What Ichigo and he had to do when they got home. What it meant for him... being inside again, probably permanently. And maybe something worse. And then there was the matter of Lior. He wasn't sure, exactly, why it had disturbed him so much. Probably because of the compression of time. She was gone a week. And four hundred years passed? For someone who was 17 years old at best, 2 at worst, that was... more than a lifetime. It was inconceivable. He had a lot to think about, and it showed on his face. But he didn't want to hide, either. He found that he liked being around

[snowwhitesoul]

Rukia isn't in her shihakusho anymore. She'd swapped after her shower for a pair of pajamas that the boys had dreamed up along with the ungodly amount of clothes now stuffed into her drawers and closet. A light pink tank top with a smiley faced sheep and glittery silkscreened stars with Sleepy Sheepy in silly block letters under it. Under the top was a pair of red, pink and white plaid sleeping shorts. All soft, loose knit cotton.

On the floor in front of the bed, she'd laid a big cushion down. It was more like a miniature bean bag, but covered in a velvety cloth instead of courduroy. Patting her hand on it in invitation, she shrugged at him.

"Have some time?"

[holeheart]

Shiro is similarly dressed. He has no shirt on, but does have on a pair of black pajama pants with white, grinning skulls. For once, his tail isn't out; it made it easier to lie on his back. His hair is long, down to midback at least, and clean from a recent shower.

He looks down at the cushion, then back at her, then at the cushion. "Yeah, sure am busy with all the nothin' I'm doin'." He rolls his eyes, but it's not malicious or angry. He plops down in the beanbag and lays his head against the bed, huffing.

[snowwhitesoul]

She makes him lean forward so she can fish the whole mane out and spread it over her lap. Its still a little damp, which is good. She switches the paddle brush for a stiff bristled one, then takes the whole head of hair and fluffs it out with fingers scratching through the scalp. Everything spread out and free, she starts at the ends of his hair, working out knots as she moves up, being sure to carefully work through tangles to avoid twinging his scalp too much.

Getting him in here is easy, but actually starting the conversation is hard. She's not spectacular with words in the first place, so she just contents herself to take care of the tangles first. Maybe it's just better for him to open up the conversation first.