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Cherry Pie

Orihime let out a string of giggles at the tattooed red headed man sitting in front of her in the crowded café, who was savagely eating a cherry pie with his hands, getting it all over his face. It was a sight to see, to those brave enough to watch.

When Orihime's giggles turned into hearty laughter, Renji gave a growl and snorted.

"You look like a wild boar! Feasting upon an innocent animal that came across you!" Orihime shouted with glee. Renji paused from his meal to look at the orange hair beauty.

"Um, thank you?

"... should I be insulted?" Orihime giggled as she reached across the table to wipe the cherry filling off the grim reaper's face. "The filling looks like blood" she murmured as she wipe the face clean.

Renji swore he heard several gasps from the café customers that someone was brave enough to touch the cherry pie murderer.

Despite the heavy atmosphere in the room Orihime continue to clean the cherry filling off the grim reaper only to slightly pause before breaking off as another attack of giggles overcame her.

"Renji-kun! You're blushing!"

Renji growled standing up from table, "I am not! Shut up! Just shut up! It's that stupied pie!"

Several customers started to shriek and scurry away from the shouting tattooed man.

Needless to say, Renji and Orihime were not aloud back into the café again.