Anonymous sent: A box wrapped in shiny silver paper sat innocently outside Ichigo/Pan/Kyousuke's dorm, appearing at the perfect time to insure that the ginger would be the first one to stumble upon it. The box didn't have a tag or name, and was wrapped with the lid separately. That meant, of course, that if someone just happened to want to know what was inside, well, no one would be any wiser to them doing so~
Ichigo opened the door, stepping out to attend to the pile of laundry that had been accumulating in the room. He practically kicked the box, not knowing it was there till it rattled around. He blinked, raising an eyebrow.
Thats not suspicious. Not suspicious at alllll.
Though, he’d dealt with worse in the past few months, and his own curiosity and bravery (or was it stupidity?) got the better of him. He lifted it up, tucked it under his arm and headed back in. Without a care in the world as to if it was something fragile he tossed it on the bed, then examined it for any tags. Even stranger. He assumed that meant it was up for grabs then. He lifted the top, tossing the lid to the floor and peered in.
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“Yeah, like Life, but even more strange.” Pan glanced back at the mostly closed door. “Yeah, sounds good. Just give me a second, ok?”
Not 2 minutes later, Pan reappeared, looking a good deal more presentable than he had before and a fifty dollar bill in his pocket. Kyousuke always had money, even on Grey, and the boy didn’t question how. “Sorry. Where to?” He asked, starting towards the door to the outside world. Pan had some questions of his own, and hadn’t eaten all day.
Ichigo nodded, waiting patiently outside his still room. He really was thankful for being allowed back in. He just wasn’t great at voicing it - not that Pan didn’t know. He kicked the ground lightly, looking around, passing time.
When Pan came back he stretched, popping his back a few times. “Hm, what are you feeling? I don’t really have a preference.” Or rather Kon had gone on an eating spree in the time he spent outside of his body, and everything and nothing was really appealing to him. He headed down the hall, not bothering to mention how much better Pan looked now then he did a little bit ago.
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Ichigo nodded a bit, soaking in the news. Good, he didn’t really want to move all his crap out. Plus, he secretly enjoyed rooming with him. Instead of dwelling on more sentimental words, he changed the subject. “New teachers?” He raised an eyebrow. “You mean there are actual classes being held, now?”
Well, what could Pan say about Ichigo’s lack of…frankly, any emotion at all? It was more like him to just change the subject without comment. Funny, it actually made Pan smile; yes, Ichigo definitely was back. “Yeah. A siren named Slythe teaches music, Night teaches gym. Kyousuke, biology. I’m not sure what Korgin teaches, math? And my father has government and psychology.”
Ichigo was taken back slightly. Not only was it the amount of teachers they’d gained that surprised him, but the fact his father was one of them. That was kinda awkward, actually. He pitied Pan a bit. Though, he had to remind himself that his dad might be a little bit more sane then his own. “Wow.” He finally replied, realizing he’d stopped talking and had drifted into his own thoughts. “So many.. And your dad? How did that work out?”
“Better than I thought was possible, but that didn’t take much.” Pan muttered, more to himself. “And Time happened to send him from before the second time we met, so he really doesn’t know what’s going on. Or most of what happened before Zakar, so long as everyone manages to keep their mouth shut…Wait, you have no clue what I’m taking about, do you?” It was hard to keep track of who knew what, but in retrospect it was safe to always assume Ichigo knew virtually nothing. Oops.
Ichigo nodded, a bit awkward with the so casual conversation after so long. He wasn’t that good with small talk. “Time?” It was out of his mouth before he could hold it back. He chewed on his lip, looking at the boy. Instead of continuing a full spree of questions, he simply shook his head. “Hungry? We could go find some food and catch up.” It would be more comfortable then standing in the hallway.
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notaberry:
panrawbred:
//…Where is everybody? And Sama, I have no clue what your personal is anymore. And my phone is dead. And I’m too lazy to charge it. So yeah.
// eh? what does that mean? I was at Kelso’s, sorry! TT____TT
//Your personal tumblr account, silly. And oh, I’m sorry! Lol thought that was Wednesday?
//derp, nevermind. I get it xD
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//…Where is everybody? And Sama, I have no clue what your personal is anymore. And my phone is dead. And I’m too lazy to charge it. So yeah.
// eh? what does that mean? I was at Kelso’s, sorry! TT____TT
//Your personal tumblr account, silly. And oh, I’m sorry! Lol thought that was Wednesday?
// I know that, I don’t get why you don’t have a clue about it xD theme too hard to use or something? No, I stayed home Wednesday and went Thursday. I didn’t come home till today.
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“Of course there’s a spot of you! Kyousuke may not be thrilled, but you know him. Just ignore it. And I think Boss is under the bed so they can’t kick him out. For some reason, he likes my family.” Pan sounded unsure about this himself. “Of course, he could just be hiding from one of the new teachers. Korgin is terrible. But yeah, all your stuff is where you left it.”
Ichigo nodded a bit, soaking in the news. Good, he didn’t really want to move all his crap out. Plus, he secretly enjoyed rooming with him. Instead of dwelling on more sentimental words, he changed the subject. “New teachers?” He raised an eyebrow. “You mean there are actual classes being held, now?”
Well, what could Pan say about Ichigo’s lack of…frankly, any emotion at all? It was more like him to just change the subject without comment. Funny, it actually made Pan smile; yes, Ichigo definitely was back. “Yeah. A siren named Slythe teaches music, Night teaches gym. Kyousuke, biology. I’m not sure what Korgin teaches, math? And my father has government and psychology.”
Ichigo was taken back slightly. Not only was it the amount of teachers they’d gained that surprised him, but the fact his father was one of them. That was kinda awkward, actually. He pitied Pan a bit. Though, he had to remind himself that his dad might be a little bit more sane then his own. “Wow.” He finally replied, realizing he’d stopped talking and had drifted into his own thoughts. “So many.. And your dad? How did that work out?”
panrawbred:
//…Where is everybody? And Sama, I have no clue what your personal is anymore. And my phone is dead. And I’m too lazy to charge it. So yeah.
// eh? what does that mean? I was at Kelso’s, sorry! TT____TT
panrawbred:
“Of course there’s a spot of you! Kyousuke may not be thrilled, but you know him. Just ignore it. And I think Boss is under the bed so they can’t kick him out. For some reason, he likes my family.” Pan sounded unsure about this himself. “Of course, he could just be hiding from one of the new teachers. Korgin is terrible. But yeah, all your stuff is where you left it.”
Ichigo nodded a bit, soaking in the news. Good, he didn’t really want to move all his crap out. Plus, he secretly enjoyed rooming with him. Instead of dwelling on more sentimental words, he changed the subject. “New teachers?” He raised an eyebrow. “You mean there are actual classes being held, now?”
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Ichigo gasped quietly, thinking he needed to catch the boy that had hurtled himself at him (which was how his arms found themselves back around Pan). “Woah woah woah. Calm down.” He didn’t realize he was still smiling. An odd look on him. “Soul reaper business, sorry I didn’t give much notice.” He grew a bit more serious, his smile falling. ”I didn’t think it would be a problem to you, I’m sorry.” He paused, uncomfortable now. “When the hell was the last time you bathed?” He wrinkled his nose, looking down at him.
The last thing the boy had expected from his surly friend was a hug. Or a straight answer (whoops, completely forgot he was a shinigami). Or even an apology. Pan hugged him a little tighter, encouraged be not being pushed away, until Ichigo asked about the state he was in.
Pan dropped away, suddenly acutely embarrassed. “Sorry…This morning.” Ba’al, this was awkward. Pan prayed Ichigo wouldn’t catch on. It would be very inconvenient it the strawberry was only oblivious when it wasn’t beneficial. Damn Kyousuke, he had the worst timing. (but in some ways the best, considering Pan didn’t have a raging hard on at the little reunion. Just sayin’.) At least the clothes were clean.
Ichigo scowled slightly when he received an answer, confused. Whatever. He wouldn’t snoop anymore, it wasn’t his business. He released him, scratching the back of his neck leisurely. “Hm.” He quickly searched for a new topic, snagging onto the first one that entered his mind. “How’s Boss?”
“I believe he’s asleep under one of the beds in my father’s room.” Pan said bluntly, hoping this would cause some mild shock that would make Ichigo forget that Pan looked like he was having sex. The child couldn’t quiet remember if Ichigo thought he was an orphan or not. Well, whatever. He was used to being confused, if he did. “But he’ll be happy to see you…Ichigo…are you still going to be my roommate?” Pan asked shyly, as if asking if they were still friends. It would be inconvenient, especially in Kyousuke’s mind, but…Pan told himself that he wanted him to say yes because there was less of a chance of him being alone then, and that was all.
Ichigo nodded, then paused. “Eh? Your father? Why is Boss with him?” It didn’t connect to him that his dad was actually there. Pan was very, very, very lucky in that case. Ichigo didn’t have a clue. When he saw Pan he figured he’d been out chasing Boss or in some kind of scuff - not having sex in his room. He paused, a bit surprised he’d asked. “Is there still a spot for me?” He questioned, folding his arms. “Its not like I have anywhere else to go.”
