And naturally, an hour later, he had to get up again. Vacation just didn’t feel like vacation when you went traipsing across other damn worlds for the heckuvit.
He made it to the top of the stairs before a voice called: “Ichigo?”
He froze. “Uh, hey Mom.”
“That shuffling had better be you brushing your teeth before you come down!”
“Yeah yeah already on that,” Ichigo quickly reversed step and dove back into the bathroom.
“And welcome home,” said his mother, tapping him on the head with the cooling skillet as he slunk down dangling the toothbrush in his mouth. “I hope you didn’t break too many hearts on the road.”
“Oh, sure!” Ichigo leaned over to gargle in the sink. He wiped his mouth and looked up. “‘cause, yanno, I do that. Girlfriend in every country, now.”
Masaki smacked smartly with a spatula.
“SHIT--”
“Oh. Be nice, Ichigo,” she advised, with a laugh. “And do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
A few life or death battles and countless new scars under his longsleeve shirt would’ve made a very good case for Ichigo being a little old for it—but it wasn’t, he realized, probably the best thing to mention. So instead, Ichigo sighed and rolled his eyes. Scowling for his lost dignity, he leaned over and obediently pecked his mother on the cheek.
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Date: 2005-11-18 11:21 pm (UTC)And naturally, an hour later, he had to get up again. Vacation just didn’t feel like vacation when you went traipsing across other damn worlds for the heckuvit.
He made it to the top of the stairs before a voice called: “Ichigo?”
He froze. “Uh, hey Mom.”
“That shuffling had better be you brushing your teeth before you come down!”
“Yeah yeah already on that,” Ichigo quickly reversed step and dove back into the bathroom.
“And welcome home,” said his mother, tapping him on the head with the cooling skillet as he slunk down dangling the toothbrush in his mouth. “I hope you didn’t break too many hearts on the road.”
“Oh, sure!” Ichigo leaned over to gargle in the sink. He wiped his mouth and looked up. “‘cause, yanno, I do that. Girlfriend in every country, now.”
Masaki smacked smartly with a spatula.
“SHIT--”
“Oh. Be nice, Ichigo,” she advised, with a laugh. “And do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”
A few life or death battles and countless new scars under his longsleeve shirt would’ve made a very good case for Ichigo being a little old for it—but it wasn’t, he realized, probably the best thing to mention. So instead, Ichigo sighed and rolled his eyes. Scowling for his lost dignity, he leaned over and obediently pecked his mother on the cheek.