#omgaah

(Che. >_>)

Lately, Shiro had been wandering around the town on his own out of boredom. He was not the type to go looking for people to mess with, especially since most of them would pop up due to his similar features as Ichigo. It was not in his best interest to be the one searching, rather, he was too prideful and arrogant for that. Everyday, Shiro would explore the town little by little, or completely went outside of Karakura, meeting random strangers elsewhere that, so far, were not all normal humans. These meetings never really ended too well as he would instantly begin to mock them, become irritated by them, or everything resulted in a physical fight. Surprisingly, this came out as something very normal as Ichigo also ended up in arguments and fights due to his rough exterior and orange hair. It seems these were one of the traits Shiro shared with the orangette.

"What the Hell do you want, you bastard!" a slurring, husky voice called out.

The Hollow finally acknowledged that he had wandered into some alley where a small group of people- specifically four teenage boys, had ganged up on another lean looking boy that was scared out of his wits. There were certain people Shiro actually acknowledged (although it usually is never a good thing when he does) and these "wanna-be intimidating" groups were not one of them. 

"Shit weaklings," he swore out loud.

"HUUUUH!? YA WANNA FIGHT?! KORRRAAA," they continued to slur their words in an annoying manner, trying to imitate the slang of Yakuzas. 

"You? Fight me? Muri da ne," the albino man raised an eyebrow with a half-smirk on his expression. 

"Teme!"

One of them had decided to launch their fist at the Hollow's face, not even remotely observing why someone like him had such a strange appearance, but Shiro could guess they were not so much intelligent as the next group of wanna-be gangsters. There was only one way to deal with pests like them, to show them their place in life; no mercy. It should not even be considered a fight. His fist came at Shiro's face, as if in slow motion. Before any of them could blink, the face of the boy was implanted against the brick wall, blood immediately dripping down his nose as he had already been knocked unconscious. The other three stared in horror as well as the person they had been bullying, but Shiro grinned over at them in a maniacal way, releasing his hand from the back of the boy's head.

"Anyone else want to die?"

The other three screamed and ran for their lives, regrettably leaving their other "comrade" behind. The Hollow dropped his grin, his mood reverting back to being uninterested and bored. 

"Th-thank you for saving me!" 

Shiro glanced over at the man who had been surrounded earlier, bowing formally in gratefulness.

"Fuck off, weak shit. I didn't save your ass. They were tiny, insignificant pricks," Shiro replied.

"S-Still! For whatever reason, you saved me, so let me make it up to you!"

"You ain't got what I want."

"Can I at least offer you a free milkshake? I work here. I was taking out the trash before I came across those guys."

"Don't give a shit-"

"I'll go get it!"

Shiro's eyebrows scrunched in in irritation as the boy suddenly ran back in. Normally, he would just leave and walk away, but the weather had been strange in Karakura Town that day. Although it was already autumn, this day was one of those instances where the weather had a warm climate. The Hollow neither hated sweets nor loved them, but found himself following in after the worker, not ever having really tried a milkshake in his own body before. 

"Ah, you came in! I only managed to get Vanilla for you, but you'll have to sit out there with everyone else. This is on me," the worker handed him the milkshake.

Shiro stared strangely at the boy for a moment before, surprisingly, walking out to sit down with other customers. He did not really know how to respond in these types of situations as most of the time, his social interactions included fighting and provoking with people he mostly recognized through Ichigo. As he sat down, and place his fingers on the straw to take a sip of the milkshake, he immediately recognized a certain dark-haired little girl. His lips curled upward as he slowly stood up to go and "greet" her. He paused shortly after seeing the girl speak to another soft spoken one, almost about the same age. He watched as the strawberry milkshake she had just received was given to the other girl who seemed to not have any money. Shiro stared for some time, finding it strange himself that he did not continue to approach and taunt the Tsundere. 

Glass sliding across the table could be heard as the vanilla milkshake replaced the spot where the strawberry milkshake had been earlier. Shiro's eyes widened slightly, wondering how it had gotten there and glanced down at his hand. He had, intentionally or unintentionally, pushed his dessert toward Karin. The Hollow immediately turned away and left from the back where he had first entered in, not having seen whether she had spotted him. As he stepped back out in the alley, he glanced back at the closed door before continue on with his wandering.