This is my second fanfic im gonna do 13 stories (maybe) for this series
Disclaimer: i dont own bleach...unless..
In Which ishida deals with a slice of toast
As ishida woke up, puts on his glasses, and looks at the clock: 9:10... oh right it's a sunday.
he wears his usual attire, equips his silvery tubes or whatchamacallit, and heads to the kitchen hoping for some breakfast.
Feeling a bit remorse for not having cleaned up from last night's fiasco (ichigo, kon and rukia were over)
ishida then attempted to clean up first the needles, and sewing kit... yeah his gay stuff..erm! i mean creative, artisty stuff... and when that was over, he began to clear up the tables and... well, clean up.
(lets just skip the boring stuff)
an hour later...
After finally donning a rather gayish...ack! what i meant to say... a fitting apron, and a headwrap he's done it and is now washing his hands to prepare for what he hopes for..., his brunch.
Gracefully taking the ingrdients for buttered toast with tea out of the fridge, he begins boiling the water and preparing the tea. when that's done he gets down to butterin'. Too lazy to toast his two slices of bread and further delaying his- what seems to be, brunch. Resorting to cold buttered toast.
Taking out the butterin' knife he seems to be bitterly reminded of his friend and rival's zanpakto,
so what if it does look a bit of a meat cleaver it wasnt the strawberry's fault.
Realizing how he had actually forgtten the butter he felt rather gayishly..-i mean stupidlyly. Walking back to the fridge he dramatically and ceremonically 0.0 turned off the boiling water, pouring it in his tea.
Retrieving the butter and the tea felt like forever and he sighed a sigh of relief to be able to get on with his already delayed brunch.
Sipping his plain, mediocre, bad-tasting (he placed too little water) tea, he once again got butterin' away.
and butterin he did as he accomplished the common way of butterin, munching on for what seemed like decades he has finished the first slice and after sipping the icky tea, he reaches for his 2nd buttered slice, and lo and behold! His fingers slipped.
The suspense was killing him, was the butter going for the bare or the buttered?!
Placing his bets on the bare, intently watching the piece of bread fall and gasp well what do y'know.
it fell butter-side down. Next time he would go for the new blueberry-flavored Gay Cereal Crunch.
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