[ The first thing she notices is that the apartment is decidedly more colorful than she left it that morning. Orihime blinks, pausing in the doorway with the door still held open with one hand and the ice cream bag now hanging limply in the other. ]
Eh?
[ There are...balloons! And streamers! It looks like Party City has thrown up over the room and she absolutely loves it. The excess and chaos of it all is definitely more her aesthetic than his and her heart is racing in her chest already by the time her gaze falls on Ichigo sitting at the kitchen table looking a lot like the cat who has gotten the cream.
Those sparkles appearing around him are totally real, too. As is the rosy filter that seems to take over the world and she feels like she could collapse right on the spot when he welcomes her home with that voice and wishes her happy birthday. She doesn't even notice the manju, he has her sole attention.
And Orihime feels her face double in temperature and deepen in color--there's absolutely no way she can handle this without a little embarrassment. ]
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Eh?
[ There are...balloons! And streamers! It looks like Party City has thrown up over the room and she absolutely loves it. The excess and chaos of it all is definitely more her aesthetic than his and her heart is racing in her chest already by the time her gaze falls on Ichigo sitting at the kitchen table looking a lot like the cat who has gotten the cream.
Those sparkles appearing around him are totally real, too. As is the rosy filter that seems to take over the world and she feels like she could collapse right on the spot when he welcomes her home with that voice and wishes her happy birthday. She doesn't even notice the manju, he has her sole attention.
And Orihime feels her face double in temperature and deepen in color--there's absolutely no way she can handle this without a little embarrassment. ]
K-K-Kurosaki-ku-n-n--
[ She covers her face and shakes her head. ]
Am I really seeing this!?