[Ichigo sneaks a glance over at Tsurumaru as well, and just watches him for a long moment, enjoying the way Tsurumaru is framed against the reddish glow of the setting sun. He looks so beautiful.
He smiles happily and settles back against him, resting his head lightly again his shoulder. Ichigo’s smile falters slightly though when he hears what Tsurumaru says... Way to spoil the mood, stupid crane...]
Well, you don’t have to worry about that now...
[He sits up and notices... golden leaves falling into his lap. He looks up. Were they from the tree? He reaches up to run a hand through his hair and all he gets is a handful of leaves! What- How- Tsurumaru!]
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He smiles happily and settles back against him, resting his head lightly again his shoulder. Ichigo’s smile falters slightly though when he hears what Tsurumaru says... Way to spoil the mood, stupid crane...]
Well, you don’t have to worry about that now...
[He sits up and notices... golden leaves falling into his lap. He looks up. Were they from the tree? He reaches up to run a hand through his hair and all he gets is a handful of leaves! What- How- Tsurumaru!]
Tsurumaru! What did you do to my hair?