#queue | the queue

It had become routine, really. Ever since Ichigo lost his powers after the winter war. He came to one of the abandoned buildings where the visards used to hang around in, the place where no one ever came to or bothered visiting.

He'd come and stay there. Practically living almost. And.. Ichigo would pull out his guitar and play.

It wasn't anything over the top. Just something that he had.

He enjoyed music. He really did.

But, it become a way for him to ignore the numbness growing inside.

Even after his powers restored, the war against the Quincy and all of that. Ichigo continued to come. His apartment wasn't the ideal spot to strum, and did not want to bother his neighbors.

No one really batted an eye seeing him dragging his guitar back and forth.

Not that anyone bothered calling him, or checking in on him these days.

Even during patrols, Ichigo was usually alone.

Ichigo arched his back slightly, shifting the guitar upon his leg while fingers strumming away.

Wow. Rude.

Ichigo flipped him off. "Fuck you," he says unabashedly, the flat expression dawned his face and looked unimpressed. "And butthurt? Who the hell has been teaching you Living World things? Is it Urahara? Or is it Renji?"

Bastards.

"And yet I can still kick your scrawny ass, no matter how fast you are." He snarks back, eyes rolling with a sarcastic smile stretching his features.

Ichigo grips the book, nearly chucking. "Can you please stop popping out and walking about without warning me first?! People are going to think I'm doing some stupid cosplay or something," he grounds out with an irritable scowl.

"For a noble, you sure are shit when it comes to fighting with your fists."

It wasn't said cruelly, merely observation. Kensei eyes Byakuya for a moment. "You're good with a sword, fast too but.." there's a quiet yet sharp pause there.

Ichigo stares.

It takes a moment for realization finally begins sinking straight into his brain, the college student could not help deadpanned. "Let me get this straight," he begins with a lace of sarcasm dripped into his tone while holding back the snort of laughter threatening to escape while looking at the Arrancar.

"You aren't being subtle."

Kensei stilled. Eyes slide from the corner, posture slide casually although his stance had been clear, in a semi-defensive and offensive, preparing for a fight to breakout at any given moment. And with the way his temper currently had been at...

Perhaps a good fight would end up helping the visard cool off.

This went south pretty quick.

Rycroft had managed to score a commission for one of his upcoming projects that needed to be worked on, one of the student models had reached out and offered a hand in modeling for it. Jumping at the chance, he wanted to meet with them in order to properly collaborate with model and communicating properly the times, and dates they would be able to meet.

Unfortunately, the model had ultimately decided that this was not what it was going to be about and instead...

Thought it was a date.

When Rycroft had politely turned the model down. They... had not reacted well.

"As I said, I only wanted to discuss about the upcoming project," Ryocroft reiterates. "Nothing more."

The model's patience seems to snap lunging forward and grabbed the collar of Rycroft's shirt, getting dangerously close to his face nearly spitting on him.