"Why are your arms so freakishly long, Kurosaki?"

It was weird hearing his voice. It was weirder seeing his own body move around, clutching its hand to its chest after banging on the edge of the desk. Ichigo sighed and shook his head, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, hitting his heels against the comforter in a rhythm-less pattern

"Why are your legs so freakishly short?" he retorted, wincing as Toushiro's voice came out of his mouth.

Ichigo's body, or rather Toushiro who was trapped in Ichigo's gigai, scowled.

"I am not short."

"Not now you aren't."

He had gotten used to Kon walking around in his body ages ago, but he had never scowled at him like that.

"Sorry." He raised his hands in submission. "Now's not the time to be making jokes."

Toushiro sighed and sat down next to Ichigo on the bed. He moved around awkwardly, with slow, overly-precise steps. "We should go see Urahara."

Ichigo nodded surprised at how far back he had to tilt his head to see Toushiro's face. No wonder his neck was always so stiff. They couldn't return to their own bodies fast enough. It had been an accident, they had stored their gigais in Ichigo's closet while the fought a stray hollow. Ichigo had gone into the wrong one, blinding reaching around the closet and entering without double checking. Only when he realised that the gigai felt a bit more restricting than usual he noticed that it was Toushiro's and that he couldn't get out. Then Yuzu had barged into his room and Toushiro had no choice but to jump into Ichigo's gigai lest she thought Ichigo was unconscious or dead. He had admitted that it hadn't been his best plan by far, but Yuzu left a few moments later, a bit confused, but none the wiser.

"Being me isn't so bad, is it?" Ichigo tried humour again, after seeing Toushiro pull his mouth into a firm line and hunch over his knees. Ichigo refrained from wincing; was that how he looked when he was sad? He looked pissed off, almost ready to murder someone... yikes, no wonder people didn't mess with him.

"It's not that," Toushiro answered, "I'm just annoyed."

Ichigo reached out, having to stretch much further to reach Toushiro's shoulder than he normally would have. "We'll fix this, don't worry. I'm sure this isn't the first time someone accidentally got into the wrong gigai."

"No, but it definitely takes a special kind of idiot to do it."

"Ha ha ha. It was an honest mistake."

Toushiro offered him a small smile. "We should probably get going. I don't want to be inside you any longer than I absolutely have to."

Ichigo sighed. "You might want to rephrase that."

"What? Why... shut up, you pervert."

Seeing himself blush started a whole new level of weird.

"Could you slow down, please," Ichigo pleaded as he found himself having to jog to keep up with Toushiro's quick stride.

Toushiro paused and looked down in surprised. "Sorry, forgot. Longer legs."

"Do you normally have to jog to keep up with me?"

"Not jog, but when you're my height you learn to walk quickly."

Ichigo winced, making a mental note to walk slower when they got back their bodies. He had never thought about it before. No wonder Toushiro had such toned legs if he was always power walking everywhere. It sucked being so short. Then Toushiro walked into a low hanging tree branch and Ichigo took back his statement.

"You need to duck, babe."

Toushiro rubbed the side of his head and glared at him. "I know that now."

"Didn't you see it?"

Toushiro huffed. "I did, but I didn't think to..." he trailed off shaking his head. "Let's just hurry to Urahara's."

The rest of the walk would have gone smoothly if one of Ichigo's friends hadn't appeared out of thin air and hadn't gone out of his way to cross the street to say hi.

"Ichigo! Hey, Ichigo!"

Ichigo spun around to see who was calling him and swore. He looked up at Toushiro, who hadn't even responded. Of course he wouldn't; that wasn't his name, why would he respond? He nudged Toushiro roughly in his ribs and jerked his head to his approaching friend.

Toushiro glared at Ichigo.

I'm not pretending to be you, his expression read.

You have to, Ichigo pleaded.

Toushiro let out a long suffering sigh and turned to face Ichigo's friend. "Hello."

Ichigo wanted to slap his forehead. Hello? Who said that? There was no way they were going to make it through this conversation.

"Hey, Ichigo, how've you been?"

"Fine, thank you... and yourself?"

There was a long pause as Ichigo's friend grew confused and Ichigo tugged on the hem of Toushiro's shirt.

Stop being so formal.

"I... uh, you probably don't remember me..."

"Uhh, I'm sorry..."

It could have been worse. Ichigo thought, pressing his forehead against Toushiro's side in embarrassment. At least Toushiro wasn't saying anything weird; he was just being uncomfortably formal.

"Who's this?"

They both froze.

"This is my boyfriend, Ich-Toushiro."

Ichigo stiffened before holding out his hand. "Hey."

Toushiro raised an eyebrow at the greeting.

It was only by some miracle they managed to end the conversation without blowing their cover.

"You are seriously the worst actor I have ever seen," Ichigo grumbled as they waited for Tessai to get Urahara.

Toushiro narrowed his eyes at Ichigo. "Well I'm sorry that I can't be a convincing carefree airhead. You could have at least tried to sound intelligent."

"Right-"

Urahara barged into the room, waving his fan. "Hello, Ichigo, Toushiro, what bring you two... oh, this is interesting. I should say Toushiro and Ichigo."

Toushiro glowered at him. "Fix it."

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