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By emeraldheels
Kurosaki Rukia stared at her husband.
"I don't like this. I hate this."
That was all she said.
Kurosaki Ichigo stretched himself, "And?"
Rukia gritted her teeth. "And?"
Ichigo shrugged his shoulders, "That's my point, and?"
Rukia's eyebrows twitched. "Remove them. Duh."
"No way woman."
"You're kidding me."
"Nah."
"... Okay then."
Rukia went out of their room.
Ichigo shook his head, "Tsk, what's wrong with replacing all the chappies in our room with spongebobs?"
After all, he was much more cuter.
Rukia shouted from the living room, "By the way, no sex for a month no matter what."
Ichigo jumped out of the chair. "WHAT THE FUCK?"
Rukia smirked when she heard her husband retrieving a box of chappies and clearing spongebobs.
After all, he was much more sex deprived.
Signing off,
emeraldheels .