[The words are grumbled, like he's afraid to say them too nicely or the house might up and vanish on him. When Ichigo turns to kiss him, he returns it, feels tension fading from him as he does. He should hate Ichigo, want to rip his throat right out, but all he wants to do is kiss him again.
So he does. A couple of times, even.]
Guess not, but I don't hate plants or anything. Better than the fuckin' desert. [He was a jungle cat, after all.]
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[The words are grumbled, like he's afraid to say them too nicely or the house might up and vanish on him. When Ichigo turns to kiss him, he returns it, feels tension fading from him as he does. He should hate Ichigo, want to rip his throat right out, but all he wants to do is kiss him again.
So he does. A couple of times, even.]
Guess not, but I don't hate plants or anything. Better than the fuckin' desert. [He was a jungle cat, after all.]