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Impossible though I suspect it is for one so simple-minded to believe, I've better uses for my time than wasting it attempting to communicate with you.

Planning for the rampant plague of stupidity about to befall the city of eternal night, for example. You may have forgotten about it, but I assure you, I have not.

Cease entertaining the futile notion of subjecting me to further idiocy and concentrate on the matter at hand.

I haven't come this far only to lose everything due to your inattention.

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In point of fact, I don't hate you at that. That particular emotion is reserved for a select few, of which you are not one.

So you like me.

Now let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Hah, what should we call it?

I haven't decided yet. Ask me again later.

[ Grinning, he trails a thumb up the inside of Sousuke's wrist, circling aimlessly. ]

I think I just left you lost for words, stop the presses.

Did you?

[ An eyebrow arches, and his grip subtly tightens. ]

I wouldn't speak too soon if I were you.

[ Brown eyes glitter, the tips of his fingers teasing those of Sousuke's. Barely there, feather-light caresses back and forth. ]

You've still got something to say? I'm impressed.

[ A faint smile crosses his face, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. ]

It takes considerably more than that to render me speechless, Kurosaki Ichigo.

[ Stepping inside his personal space, Ichigo slides his fingers up the middle of an open palm, touching a pair of forearms in aimless distraction, an after-thought of constant contact. He still has to look up at the man, but doesn't mind, always returning to tracing his name on soft vulnerable palms. ]

Can't imagine what would help my case.

[ Low and pensive, he holds steady eye-contact throughout the intentional flirt; and it has to be with Ichigo, because he's usually so completely oblivious. ]

Give me a hint?

[ He makes no move to stop him, spreading his fingers and slightly shifting his arms to give him better access. Sousuke's always been a glutton for physical contact. A shift of his weight and he leans closer, all but smirking. His eyes don't lift from Ichigo's, and his voice drops to a quiet murmur. ]

Am I to assume that you mean to make me so?

[ A quiet chuckle. ]

Whatever for, I wonder?

Just my ego, nothing too big.

[ He echoes that chuckle, dropping his gaze to lips and shoulders, glancing up with a raised brow. He's already told Sousuke what his voice does to him and puts his very best into not letting it show. ]

Suspicion means you don't trust me and you should definitely do that.

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