hello Reader,
i'm so sorry for the delays. It's exam week and my period just arrived. I know. too much info.
BUT THE PAAAAAAAAIN.
anyway. I hope you'll enjoy this. I'll do my best to update more regularly.
Isshin
Isshin watched intently as his son carefully set the bundle of clothes on his bed. Ichigo sat down, pulled a peach colored pajama top from the pile, and gently – painstakingly – folded it.
"Can't even fold her own clothes. Not that they're hers in the first place," he mumbled as he placed the neatly folded top beside him, and grabbed another one. "Still. If she's intent on 'borrowing' Yuzu's clothes, she might as well fold them herself."
Isshin held his breath. His son was undoubtedly grumbling about his third daughter. Yet, a smile slowly settled in his face as he continued to watch Ichigo, grumbling away as he daintily placed a folded blouse on top of the others.
"She doesn't even wash them," Ichigo sighed. His hand got a hold of a white shirt with Chappy printed on it. Ichigo held it closer to his face as he inspected the helm. "A tear." Isshin heard him say.
Ichigo stood up and turned, only to freeze when he saw his father. Isshin had a goofy grin plastered on his face. His left leg was bent while the other was raised, as if he was prepping up for a flying kick. Both of his arms were raised above his head, fingers pointing downwards like claws. All in all, Isshin looked like a constipated crane.
"What the hell are you doing, old man?!" Ichigo cried out.
"Uhh," Isshin glanced sideways, "espionage?"
"Please get out of my room." Ichigo sidestepped and passed by Isshin. The latter quickly spun around, maintaining his stance by some insane reason.
"Where are you going, son?"
"Yuzu's room. I need her sewing kit."
"Whatever for?"
It took a few minutes before Ichigo got out of Yuzu's room and replied, "For Rukia. Her Chappy shirt's got a tear at the helm."
"But you don't know how to sew."
"It's just a small tear. How hard can it be?"
"Let Yuzu do it."
"She's at school."
"Then wait for her to come home."
"She'll have loads to do by then. Look, what's wrong with me doing it?" Ichigo sighed.
"What's wrong with you not doing it?"
Ichigo stared at his father, mouth slightly agape. Isshin's eyes twinkled.
"I'll be downstairs if you need me, son," he said with a knowing smile. He straightened up and walked out of the room without another word, leaving Ichigo quite uncomfortable.
"Ichigo, you fixed it!" Rukia gasped, obviously delighted.
"It's no big deal, Rukia." Ichigo mumbled.
Isshin smiled widely. His ear was pressed against the glass which, in turn, was pressed against Ichigo's bedroom door. "It won't be long now, Isshin. Won't be long." He whispered, patting himself on the back.
