The bed rocked as someone tried to quietly slide out of it, Ichigo groaned sitting up to get a at look at the invader. 'Just Grimmjow,' he thought falling back onto his nest of pillows.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, grabbing a pillow incase his answer was stupid. Grimm shrugged half heartedly, heading in the direction of his kitchen. He groaned sounding rather pathetic and tossed the pillow at him missing by a mile. He rolled over, grabbing one of the colder pillows to bury his face in it. Ichigo felt like he had a lump on his forehead. The faint clinking noise the stairs made alerted him to Grimmjow's return.
"Thought ya might like some Ice." he rolled over, snatching the bundle from his hands. Ichigo sighed in utter bliss as the ice came into contact with his aching head, wondering briefly about the cause of it as the throbbing in his head subsided. Ichigo sat still as he listened to the stairs creak again, actually liking the sound they made till Grimmjow swore.
"A stair way is not a laundry chute," he ground out, clutching his foot since he'd smashed his toes into a flowerpot hidden by a jumper. Ichigo laughed, the bell like pell echoing throughout the loft. A total blow to his ego. What wife would laugh at his own husband in pain? He sat up, watching as he carefully made his way over to the kitchen.
"There isn't anything edible in the fridge," he warned, watching as he opened it any ways. Grimmjow slammed the fridge door shut in horror. It looked like Ichigo hadn't even bothered emptying his fridge before leaving for Vegas. Hell, it looked as if the fridge hadn't been cleaned since he brought it. Ichigo stood, aiming to throw the ice pack into the sink from where he stood only to have it smack Grimmjow in the back of the head. He didn't apologise as Grimmjow cursed him out but slid down the stairs trying to remember where he left his phone. Making his way to the fridge he shoved Grimmjow aside, opening the fridge without the look of horror that Grimmjow had. His fridge was always like this. Collecting the last beer can from the door he spied his phone on the counter top.
"So about the divorcé," he started using it as a distraction having the faintest feeling that if he tried reaching round Grimmjow to claim his phone he'd take it. Grimmjow scowled at the word divorce, he wasn't about to give up the man he loved even if he was a violent alcoholic. Ichigo crossed the kitchen while Grimmjow stood there trapped in his own thoughts. 'Time to have him removed and hassled by lawyers,' he thought scrolling through the names.
"Hey, no I hitched a lift asshole. Look I need you to pick up divorce papers and then remove my husband from my loft. No if he refuses to sign then remove him and have my lawyers hassle him. I was drunk when it happened. Just do it!" He snapped, almost crushing the phone in his grip. Grimmjow stared at him in shock. He now knew never to get him angry. Ichigo just glared at him once before storming off back to his bed. Ichigo had work that needed to be finished.
"Entertain yourself, Kisuke should be here soon with the papers for us to sign and then you can be on your merry way." No amount of beer was going to calm him down now.
