He honestly didn't mean to say it. Those words just came spilling out. Like word vomit.
" Whaddaya think of me? "
She squints as her deep eyes gain contact with the bright light of the winter morning sun.
" Hmm...well... "
" Spit it out. "
" Why do you wanna know, anyway? "
He tucks his hands behind his neck, and looks away from her. From what she could see, his serious face was a tinted pink.
" No special reason. I just...I just wanna know if I qualify as something more than a ' little brat ' these days. "
" You're almost six feet tall. How could you possible qualify as little? "
The pink just got deeper.
" You know what I mean. I don't like being thought of as a kid. "
" Now you know how Captain Hitsugaya feels. "
" Quit changing the freakin' sub- "
" Okay, okay...you're a... "
A snowball to the face was a far cry from a direct answer, but that's what she gave him.
" What the hell was that for?! "
She just laughs. " You're a friend, Ichigo. A really good friend. "
" Tch. Thanks, Rukia, that's way better than being a brat. "
" You're welcome...brat. "
