37. Grim

"That color's a bit…grim for a bedroom, don't you think?" Ichigo asked carefully.

Kensei shot him a dark look. "Shuuhei will love it. He's been complaining about the color for months now."

Kisuke, floating up near the ceiling, snorted softly. "Somehow, I don't think he'll be pleased to get back from a week at the studio to find his bedroom painted black," he muttered.

"But—"

"Top drawer of the bureau, far left," Ichigo put in a little desperately. "He's been looking at swatches. Use those. Otherwise, you'll be sleeping on the couch for a long time."

"Smartass," Kensei grumbled.