Copycat
"What are you doing?" Ichigo asked, grunting.
Orihime focused on furrowing her brows deeply, deeply and deeply.
Amber eyes flashed then another pair of thin brows furrowed.
Pink lips pursed, gray eyes focused.
"Oi." he poked her puffed cheeks, a vein popping on his temple.
"Mou, do I look like Kurosaki-kun now?" asked the beauty in a very deep and serious tone.
"Damn." His scowl hardened. "Stop imitating my expression."
"But," she protested, facing him fully. "I also want to look cool!"
He continued to scowl, deeply.
"Ha!" she raised both her arms up, surrendering. "I think I can't really copy that." she eyed him, eyes shinning brightly. "Well then, Ill try my best to be cool in my own way!"
He smirked at this. "Go ahead."
She blinks, then a playful smile appeared on her face. "I'll stop if..." she winked. "...If Kurosaki-kun tries to smile like the way I do!"
Icigo looked at her, dumbfounded. The corner of his upper lips twitching.
"What the hell!" he gulped, her face inching closer to his, long, thick eye lashes batting pleadingly.
"No way!" he shrieked.