“Exactly,” he mutters, feeling a pang that he’d just lost something with this conversation. But after all, Ichigo means business, and flippant moron though Sengo might be, he’s not an asshole.

He leans back against the trunk of the tree, crossing his arms over his head as he does so.

“But it’s hot out today. They’re probably playing in the river, where the current isn’t too rough on them.” He grins. “Huhuhu, at least some of us are willing to undress here.”