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Sunday, December 13th, 2009 12:43 pm (UTC)
In his half-drowsy state, Ichigo very nearly took a tumble down the stairs. The swears slipped out before he could think about it and he winced at how it echoed in the house. There was no old man though, and that meant he wouldn't need to keep an eye out for punishment by roundhouse kick.

He finally got a good look at the culprit. The cat from the day before was winding around his ankles, meowing for attention. Taking a step only paused its winding until he stepped down again. "Geez," he said to it, nudging it away enough to make it down some more steps unimpended. "Breaking my neck is not going to get you breakfast any faster."

The cat stuck its nose in the air and trotted off.

Ichigo stared at the cat bounding down the stairs. Oh hell no. Oh HELL no.

"Rukia!" he hollered, and trotted after the cat himself. He managed to catch sight of it disappearing into the kitchen. "Rukia!" Swearing again - it was WAY too early for this - he hurried into the kitchen himself and found it trying to paw open a cupboard. "Oh no you don't," he muttered and scooped it up. The cat gave an indignant meow as it was dangled in the air. He glared at it. No collar. "Rukia!"

"I'm up I'm up," Rukia grumbled. "What is it?" She started as Ichigo dangled the cat in her face.

"Is this one of your people?" asked Ichigo.

The cat blinked at Rukia, then yawned.

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