[Ichigo had never yelled at him quite so much before that morning. He didn't just earn one or two lumps. He got put in the dirt every time he refused to apologize. Obstinate, stubborn, reckless, foolish--he got every card thrown at him until the old man just gave up and set up a cot in the warehouse so he could keep an eye on him. Granny would come by with food to keep them occupied as Ichigo angrily watched TV on the old-fashioned 4k setup, refusing to try out the projector cubes Naoyuki had gotten them.
His little warehouse was downright impossible to navigate without the right sort of spiritual awareness--an interesting little security trick he set up. Though, someone who knew an occupant wouldn't have any trouble actually getting through. It would look like an ordinary dirt path in the road leading to the front door if they were familiar. Regardless, his cameras picked up something. Someone. He scrambled from his workbench, prompting a sleepy grunt from Ichigo, laid out on his cot. Coming to a slide at the door, he cleared his throat, touched up his hair a little and completely forgot he was still quite covered in metal shavings and oil.
Naoyuki swung open the door, smiling at Gin and leaning against the frame, trying his best to put on just the right kind of lazy grin that he thought made him look devilishly handsome.]
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His little warehouse was downright impossible to navigate without the right sort of spiritual awareness--an interesting little security trick he set up. Though, someone who knew an occupant wouldn't have any trouble actually getting through. It would look like an ordinary dirt path in the road leading to the front door if they were familiar. Regardless, his cameras picked up something. Someone. He scrambled from his workbench, prompting a sleepy grunt from Ichigo, laid out on his cot. Coming to a slide at the door, he cleared his throat, touched up his hair a little and completely forgot he was still quite covered in metal shavings and oil.
Naoyuki swung open the door, smiling at Gin and leaning against the frame, trying his best to put on just the right kind of lazy grin that he thought made him look devilishly handsome.]
Hello, there.