Last one for the day for Bleach. -yawns- So now that I'm back on schedule with updates for Bleach... (watch, I'll go and forget for a few days and do a mass update. -shaking head-) I think I'll go work on the chapters for FMA... Speaking of, it's coming along -nervous grin- to those of you who read it, there's only two chapters I'm doing, my friend has kindly agreed to doing another chapter :D yay! -gets slapped with a fish- REALLY PEOPLE? REALLY? -sighs-
I don't own Bleach. And the question at the bottom, I don't own that either, I'm borrowing it from a fic I read a few days ago. I MEAN NO PLAGAIRISM (eff spelling). I simply thought it'd be a funny addition. I REPEAT. I DO NOT OWN THAT QUESTION. That is all. -acting like a worm to get off the platform for some godforsaken reason-
Just as an FYI to returning readers (-snort- I have viewers -laughs- that's funny. Anyway) I posted 3 chapters today. Chapter 9 is the start of the mass update. Just figured you'd wanna know. Baaaiiii (haha, baa XD You'll get it at the end of the story.)
Day 10
Let's talk about sheep and dreads!
"Tessai!" Renji called.
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"How is it that you get your hair like that? What is it actually?" The red haired, no filter on his mouth for politeness, man practically demanded.
The tall and gruff man stared down at him before motioning him to the table that often housed the impromptu Shinigami meetings.
"Let's get this straight. This a professional weave. Not that cheap shit from Walgreens." He casually stated in his usual low voice while flipping a few dreads over his shoulder. Renji froze, his mind yelling at him.
"This may have been the worst idea ever." He thought as Tessai continued to tell his story of his weaved hair.
"Rule number one with great hair like mine. Don't buy it from Walgreens. Order weaves from sheep in Scotland that have been protected from the Scottish." The dead serious tone of the man made Renji do a double take.
"He's not serious… Right?" An eyebrow was raised at the expense of the man before him. "And how the hell are sheep related to weaves?"
"Now here's some basic knowledge!"
An imperceptible groan from the pineapple head answered the uncharacteristically joyous tone of such a scary looking person.
"First of all. When one has a weave, a swimming cap must be worn in the pool or showering."
A grotesque look passed both their faces at the thought.
"Second of all. Bitches love weaves."
"Okay, wait. Back up. Whaaat? I've gone along with a lot of the crap you're spewing but seriously? What the hell are you say-" Renji was cut off as Rukia walked by looking for Urahara, but stopped to momentarily play with Tessai's hair. "I can't free load here anymore. I'll go insane."
"HA! HE ADMITS IT!" Shouted a hatted blond man from a few rooms away.
It was at that moment that Renji could have sworn he heard a "baa" noise. Jinta ran by the doorway. Closely followed by white fluffs.
Jinta yelled, "TESSAI, MAH SHEEP BE HERE!"
The man jumped up, "They were never yours to begin with!"
Rukia smirked at Renji and said, "gotta love da weave, man!"
A pale face answered her as he slowly got up and left the sheep like environment.
"Oh. Ururu, you're finally up." He heard Urahara say.
"Yes. Sleeping with sheep makes it easier to fall asleep since they're fine pillows." The dull voice answered.
Renji burst out of the room in nearly screaming. He came across the Kurosaki clinic and spent the night there peaceably.
"Hey Renji."
"Yeah?" He answered Yuzu.
"What does 'sheepish' even mean? Stand there and say 'baaa' while looking cute and fluffy? It's for my English- … Essay…"
The man had run out of the room like a bat out of hell screaming about the world having gone insane. Or something like that.
Inside the kitchen Ichigo smirked, "my plan worked. Maybe now he'll go back to the Soul Society."