"Good," he says, I'm glad, brusque and very intently Ichigo. And he is very tempted to do the same as Rukia, to compose himself again, to slouch in the chair and open his presents as sweetly as possible, as if he hadn't just made a mostly-confession of what they both could not have not known existed between them.
You acknowledge it, and it's real. You give it a name, and it's powerful. It's only a matter of time now, before Ichigo can give it a name. That always seems to be the hardest part.
Instead of that, he swipes a finger in the side of the cake, smearing it with darting speed across the side of Rukia's chin before grabbing triumphantly for the wrapped gift on the table. It's too late to take any of it back, after all. He gives the box a little shake. "Is it a bandage so I can cover my own ass with it?"
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Date: 2012-08-01 01:41 am (UTC)You acknowledge it, and it's real. You give it a name, and it's powerful. It's only a matter of time now, before Ichigo can give it a name. That always seems to be the hardest part.
Instead of that, he swipes a finger in the side of the cake, smearing it with darting speed across the side of Rukia's chin before grabbing triumphantly for the wrapped gift on the table. It's too late to take any of it back, after all. He gives the box a little shake. "Is it a bandage so I can cover my own ass with it?"