Eyes carefully fixed on Ichigo as he looms over her, Rukia quickly stuffs the controller away between her thighs and stomach, one hand still tightly gripped around the plastic. Come and get it, her expression reads, but only just, before a little flicker of her gaze over the lines of his face — the sharp wrinkle of his brow, the smooth bridge of his nose, the press of his lips.
"Well, with the way your reiatsu likes to leak all over the place, I don't see much of a difference," Rukia taunts, tilting her head back and forth before sliding up onto the main seat of the couch, kicking her feet out slightly to settle among the cushions. "And you sound like a little kid right now. Who chooses Pokemon just for a color and design? What about the personality, ah? Or the strategy? You can be smart about this game."
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Date: 2012-10-18 02:03 am (UTC)"Well, with the way your reiatsu likes to leak all over the place, I don't see much of a difference," Rukia taunts, tilting her head back and forth before sliding up onto the main seat of the couch, kicking her feet out slightly to settle among the cushions. "And you sound like a little kid right now. Who chooses Pokemon just for a color and design? What about the personality, ah? Or the strategy? You can be smart about this game."