'Ichigo, what is this?'
Rukia twirled the small tin in her hand and unscrewed the top, taking a sniff at its contents and wrinkling her nose in the process. She sneaked a small glance at her companion and quickly resumed her examination when he turned his head.
'What? Oh. It's face paint.' Ichigo returned to his book and bit into an apple, feeling refreshed after his nap that afternoon. Earlier on, Rukia had disappeared to God-knows-where and had come back looking like a kid that had been given candy. Suspicious behaviour, but he had ignored it after she started drawing her atrocious bunnies.
'It's orange!' Rukia chirped happily.
'So what?' Although he appeared calm, alarm bells were sounding in his head. She seemed a bit too happy; almost sickly happy if that were possible, like her sickly sweet schoolgirl act.
'Urahara said that it turns your face orange!'
He was definitely worried now. When Sandal-hat was added into the mix, things never turned out too well. 'And?' he began cautiously.
'I tried it out!'
'And?' This wasn't going the way he wished it to.
'It works!'
He took in a deep breath. 'And?'
'My friend now looks like a carrot!'
Ichigo forced a smile onto his face, slowly bringing the apple closer to his lips so she wouldn't look at his expression for too long, and wouldn't tease him for being worried. He made his voice sound nonchalant. 'Renji looks like a carrot?'
'No.'
He noticed her grin growing wider by the second. Not a good sign. He raised his eyebrows as an indication she should continue and took another bite of his apple to somehow calm his nerves. 'Then who?'
'There's a mirror in the bathroom!' She pretended to cough so she could cover up her impending laughter. Ichigo was so predictable.
'YOU-' He choked, coughed and spat the apple piece out, palming his face as he realised that it had been futile to wish for another outcome from the start. Oh. Great. He had such good luck. 'You…tried it on me?'
'You were sleeping! And you look so funny!'
Rukia burst out laughing, bent over and banging her fist against any hard surface that would make a sound for emphasis. She pointed at him and clapped her hands. 'You look great, Mr Carrot!'
Ichigo threw down the apple and rushed to the bathroom, grimacing as he looked at her suspicious pieces of artworks all over his face. That also included the moustache. He growled, splashing himself with water.
Back in the room, Rukia smirked.
Ichigo, you are just too easy.
Changed this one to make it more readable. Please tell me what you think!
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