I don't own Bleach.
A/N: scribbles!
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Rabbit Plushy
I love that rabbit plushy.
He bought it for me once, when it was raining and I was feeling down. I could see the memories well in his eyes whenever he saw the raindrops on the window, yet he still worried about me.
"I know it's not a Chappie", he said with his usual frown, offering me the stuffed animal, looking away.
I couldn't help but accept the offering and a smile pretty much pasted itself to my lips.
"Thank you", I said and found I wasn't even annoyed when he ruffled my hair the way he does his sisters' - fondly and gently. It made me happy and warm inside.
Whenever I look at this pink collection of fabric, strings and stuffing, I remember that feeling and everything seems to be better.
I love that rabbit plushie,
Because he bought it for me.