Here you go! Out of the blue a little drabble to get your funny bone going. I'm no good at romance (except romantic hints and stuff) So I realize I throw a lot of humor into my stories (which is adimtably odd, seeing as I'm not exactly a 'funny' person in reality, more serious, some would say except on Friday nights when I stay at my friends' house and we watch anime and eat unhealthy amounts of candy, get hyper, and start making fun of shows like 'Zach Bell' We started muting it but then we realized they do a good job making fun of themeselves, so now we just watch it and make fun of it with little comments and I find it weird how I'm such a good humor fic writer when I'm bearly like that in life and I really suck at writing serious fics those who have read my awful first fic ever know Any way enjoy!
-Tobi
DEDICATION: Any tailor that has to go through stuff like this.
DISCLAIMER: Hitsugaya, Hinamori ,Shinigami in gerneral and Seireitei
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"Why, hello, Hitsugaya-Taicho! What brings you to Seireitei's only tailoring shop…Again?" Asked a Seamster, by the name of Shitateya Dorei.
" Well, Shitateya-san, I've out gorwn my clothes again and need you to fit all of these," Hitsugaya said, handing the man a pile of shinigami wear and captains cloakes "When you're done I'd like you to work on the clothes I'm wearing now."
"We'll get right on that, Hitsugaya-taicho!" Dorei smiled widley, along with twenty other tailors.
"See to it that you do. Ja." The captain ended and walked out the door, the men smileing all the while.
As soon as they heard the door click closed, the scene changed.
"Omigod!! How does he grow that fast?!" Screamed one of the tailors.
"It's impossible! It's not right! How!?!" Dorie shouted and began to run around with the onther tailors.
"He's been growing like a freaking weed ever since his 140th birthday!" Yelled another seamster in woe.
" It's not natural! He's been in here three times a week!"
"WHY, GOD, WHY"
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Screams and crashes could be heard from clothing and tailoring shop for miles.
"I don't think they like you there, Hitsugaya-kun." Said hinamori, reffering to the tailors and taking a bite out of a half of her peanut butter and jam sandwhich, a bit of strawberry jam left in the corner of her mouth.
"Well, I'm growing up," Hitsugaya said, leaning closer "So, they're gonna have to deal wih it."
He kissed off the bit of jam on her mouth.
"Really Hinamori, you're a child when you eat. Always so messy and what not."
"Ya, well, for someone who's growing up, they can't seem to keep their mouth clean either." She whispered and kissed his cheek free of peanut butter.
"Meh." He said in defeat.
Hinamori couldn't help but giggle as she heard a distant 'strike me down, God, save me from such punishment!' and took a sip of milk.
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Not as good as I would have liked, but oh well.
-Tobi