[Log] Recharging time

[strawberryprotector]

Who: Ichigo and Grimmjow
What: Ichigo needs rest. Grimmjow is going to make him rest.
When: Imagination 14
Where: Medical, spa, and 7-C
Warnings: Language, awkward boys being awkward



The mission had been stressful. Much more stressful than when they'd been dealing with the underground monsters who were only weak to light. Ichigo sat at the small desk in the medical car, pouring over charts to make sure everything was documented. He was crossing his ts and dotting his is, and struggling to focus through all of it. He was pretty sure he hadn't managed more than about twenty minutes of sleep at a time since after they had stopped the meteor. Everything had been too busy. Between clearing plants from the power stations and the attacks by the saboteurs, he hadn't slept much. And then all the wounded had needed to be cared for. Thankfully there were some mystical healers on the train, so they hadn't lost anyone who had made it to medical, but it had been touch and go on a few.

All in all, it meant that he'd been relying on Grimmjow to look after Shiro, and hadn't really looked after himself properly at all.

Comments

[kingcat]

Grimmjow liked Shiro, he really did. The tiny creature had weapons and ferocity and liked to keep him warm. It was nice. What was not nice was having Ichigo all the way down in the medical car all the damn time. His reiatsu wasn't the usual comforting presence when he was all the way down there.

So he finally got fed up enough to do something about it. He left Shiro on his bunk in their cabin and stomped his way down to the medical car. He shoved open the door to the room Ichigo was currently occupying and he let out a snarl. "The fuck are you doing?" he demanded.

[strawberryprotector]

The bags under Ichigo's eyes had bags as he looked up at Grimmjow. "Finishing charting on all the wounded." He was pale, aside from under his eyes, and hadn't been eating much the last day and a half, either. "I'm almost done. Then I can do rounds on everyone again, make updates, and go get some food." Because food sounded good.

[kingcat]

"No," he replied firmly. "Your stupid coloring can wait. We're goin' to the kitchen and you're gonna eat some flour or something, and then your ass is going back to the cabin because the goddamn cat is driving me crazy." Shiro was giving him no trouble whatsoever. He just needed an excuse, and that seemed like as good of one as any.

[strawberryprotector]

"Oh, I should feed him, huh." Ichigo looked away to finish his sentence and closed the file he'd been working on. "I'll put this away and then go have something to eat." Food did sound good.

[kingcat]

"I'm hungry, too," he grumped. It bordered on pouting, even, as he glowered at Ichigo, making sure he wasn't sneaking in any extra 'work'. "And I'm fuckin' tired, so you're gonna stay in the damn cabin all night, got it?" he demanded, huffing a little as he folded his arms over his chest, trying to be imposing when what he really felt was impatient.

[strawberryprotector]

Getting up from his chair, Ichigo's movements were visibly stiff as he shuffled to the filing cabinet. He took his time putting the file away, mostly because he wasn't thinking very well with how tired he was. "We'll grab something to take back to Shiro. Maybe there's still some of that bear meat left over." He didn't comment on staying in the cabin all night because he wasn't ready to promise that yet.

[kingcat]

"Great. Good. Let's go," Grimmjow insisted, stepping aside and grabbing onto Ichigo's shirt with a fist once he was close enough. "Bear meat, flour, I don't care what it is, as long as it's food." And then he was moving, with little regard for how tired Ichigo was.

[strawberryprotector]

When Grimmjow grabbed Ichigo, it pulled him off balance. Which meant stumbling and falling into the desk. With his hip. "Ow, fuck! Be careful, you ass!" He couldn't get his balance back, and managed to not quite fall on his face only because of how Grimmjow was holding onto his shirt.

[kingcat]

Grimmjow snarled, and did what any reasonable person would do. He attempted to toss Ichigo over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Shut up, you little crybaby," he grumbled. "I've hit you way harder than that."

[strawberryprotector]

Ichigo did, in fact, end up most of the way over Grimmjow's shoulder. Putting him eye to eye with the arrancar's very nice ass. "If you drop me, I'm stabbing you."

[kingcat]

"That supposed to be a threat or a promise?" he asked lightly, carrying Ichigo off towards the kitchen car. And giving his ass a slap for good measure, just to annoy him a little extra and not because he wanted to cop a feel or anything.

[strawberryprotector]

The slap on his ass made Ichigo squeak in surprise. At least all his blood was rushing to his head so no one would be able to tell he was blushing. "You jerk!" Yeah, he's feeling real witty about now.

[kingcat]

That got a cackle, and Grimmjow swatting his ass a couple more times, just for good measure. With no care for who was around and might see. "Ooooh, I'm so scared," he teased, giving one cheek an actual squeeze.

[strawberryprotector]

It was a challenge with the way he was being carried, but Ichigo was determined to try. He pulled his arm back as much as he could and slapped Grimmjow's ass as hard as possible.

[kingcat]

Grimmjow yelped and bounced a full foot into the air when Ichigo smacked him. "What the hell was that for?!" he demanded, and returned the favor by smacking Ichigo's ass again -- this time with feeling. A feeling of anger.

[strawberryprotector]

The jump made Ichigo laugh, though it was a slightly manic sound due to the sleep deprivation. "Revenge." He yelped a little when his own ass was smacked in retribution. "You wanna play drums on my ass, I'm gonna do the same to you."

[kingcat]

"Fine, fine! Truce," he insisted, his face crimson as he used both his hands to just keep Ichigo from falling off his shoulder. They were almost at the kitchen car, anyway.

[strawberryprotector]

Ichigo resisted the urge to cop a proper feel of Grimmjow's backside, it was a really nice ass. He wasn't sure how much of that thought was the lack of sleep and the post mission stress. "I'm gonna be dizzy when you put me down."

[kingcat]

"Then I'll spin you in the other direction," he replied dryly, stepping into the kitchen car and, with more care than he would admit to using, lowered Ichigo onto his feet. "Which way're you spinnin'?"

[strawberryprotector]

When he was set on his feet, Ichigo just gripped Grimmjow's forearms for a moment. He closed his eyes and didn't open them until he stopped feeling like he was on a teeter totter. "I'm okay. I should eat something with protein. So meat, cheese, or beans. Unless someone's made tofu, because that works too."

[ooc: Pretty sure we'll be safe to just make stuff up here lol]

[kingcat]

Grimmjow searched Ichigo's face while he was steadying himself, then nodded. "Don't. Move." If he had to scrape Ichigo off the floor, he was not gonna be happy.

He poked his head into the fridge, pulling out a container of raw chicken, and putting a pan on the stove nearest Ichigo. "You gotta watch so I don't fuck it up," he warned, putting the heat on and adding some oil. The only things he knew about cooking he'd gotten from watching, so there was a good chance he'd ruin the food if Ichigo didn't coach him through it, but he was trying. "We can bring some back for Shiro, too. He's mad you been gone so long."

[strawberryprotector]

"If we're taking some back for Shiro, we shouldn't season it until it's done." Ichigo shuffled over to lean next to the stove and watch Grimmjow cook. "Move it around a little or it'll stick, even with the oil."

[kingcat]

"What, the little brat doesn't like a little spice?" he asked with a chuckle, but refrained from adding any of the seasonings that were nearby, giving the fish a little nudge with a spatula. "Is this enough chicken for botha you?"

[strawberryprotector]

Ichigo covered his mouth with his hand and yawned as he nodded. "Yeah that looks like plenty for us both. I'm gonna see what sauces there are for mine." He padded over to stare blankly into the fridge for a long moment before pulling out some soy sauce. "This'll work."

[kingcat]

"If you fall, you're stayin' on the floor 'till this is done," he warned, watching Ichigo move with narrowed eyes. He nudged the chicken around in the pan some more, flipping it over and poking it with the spatula like he'd seen other people doing. He had no idea why you would poke it with a spatula, but he did it anyway.