DEMON ╱ LIGHT

@ayasegawa​ / yumichika.

     IKKAKU DIDN’T MIND THE ALL NIGHTERS , he had grown accustomed to them over the years of service. He knows to focus his energy on the task at hand , yet OCCUPY his mind with different matters as a method to pass time. As to no surprise , he usually thinks about training , fighting ---- how he can become STRONGER for the sake of his own sanity. That in turn fires him up and offers him the stamina needed to stay on guard. 

     TONIGHT WAS NO DIFFERENT , though as his mind began to wander , he was forced back into reality upon feeling a sudden weight on his shoulder. His head turns , catching a glimpse of his partner’s WORN DOWN features as he lay his head on him , tired and darkened eyes closed. 

     HE DOESN’T SAY A WORD AT FIRST and he doesn’t flinch as he’ll let him rest peacefully. Ikkaku knew well that Yumichika didn’t have the same energy ---- he knew these all nighters and overall lack of sleep doesn’t do well with him. So he lets him rest his tired eyes , for he performs better after his so-called BEAUTY SLEEP.

     “ OI , YUMICHIKA. ” he speaks , voice soft. “ GET SOME SLEEP FOR NOW , it’s been a long night. I’ll stay awake and keep a look out so don’t worry and just rest. ”

“it’s why i also use yours–not like you’re putting it to good use.”

at the mention of training (and food) he suddenly perks up, his previous pout vanishing.  there were few things yumichika considered aesthetically pleasing, and even fewer people.  ikkaku, however, was an exception.  especially in fight mode, regardless of it being sparring or on the actual battlefield.  he’s always loved the fight in his spirit and how they always managed to work so perfectly in sync.

not like he’d ever tell him that, though, least his head gets any bigger.  yumichika can only deal with so much of his ego.

“hmm–both sounds good. i’m hungry, though, let’s eat first.”

     “ oh , huh. ” and that’s all that comes out of his mouth because he may or may not have mistaken some of his clothes as sweat rags. but could anyone blame him ? it was dark by the time he finished his training and he had no idea yumichika was storing clothes where he kept his sweat rags.

     the two of them were inarguably different people with different styles , habits , and interests. but nonetheless , it worked. it always did between them since the day they had met. 

“aww, why not?” there’s definitely some pouting going on before a sigh is heaved. “fine–what ideas do you have?”

@madarme

Hey.

I’m bored.  Let’s go do something.

“I asked first.” It’s petty and childish, but it’s the first thing that springs to mind and thankfully the other seems more willing to oblige rather than push. It doesn’t stop the way he ‘tsks’ tongue against the roof of his mouth, arms crossing chest. “Territory? You’re a freaky lookin’ dog if that’s the case.” The hell kind of person had ‘territory’ anyway. Sounded kinda weird, but then everything here was pretty weird in his books.

Quite what Ichigo is doing wandering the Soul Society at the ass end of the night he wasn’t about to say, nor had he really been expecting to run into anyone. It seemed fate was still as much of a bitch as ever though and here he was, face to face with someone loud and rowdy in all the ways that rubbed Ichigo up. What a pain.

“The hell are you doing out here at this time of night?” Asked as if he wasn’t the one somewhere he didn’t really belong.

@madarme

     a    fopoon      .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

        Good thing I use chopsticks, huh?

        … What the hell is a fopoon?         Are you trying to say something, Madarame?