（ he's been so busy lost in Depression Hell for the last week that he hasn't paid much attention to what his body needs — namely, nutrition that's actually appropriate for a teenage boy. but he's burnt a lot of energy tonight, and his concession is a plate piled high with assorted types of dried fish and other offerings, bread and a bowl of carrot-ginger soup that is absolutely the same sunset orange as his hair.
he's trying to find a quiet place to eat when he spots grimmjow, half a head taller than most everyone else present, hair swept up like a greaser. he hesitates, and then raises a hand up to catch his attention, acknowledging even as he does it that he probably doesn't need to — if he's spotted grimmjow, that means the reverse is true as well. ）
Hey. You look like you've been having fun.
（ shirt ripped, bloody, grinning ear to ear. he'd felt the fight as it happened, but it was never dire enough to intercede, and ichigo already knows he left the other guy alive. ）
FEAST;
he's trying to find a quiet place to eat when he spots grimmjow, half a head taller than most everyone else present, hair swept up like a greaser. he hesitates, and then raises a hand up to catch his attention, acknowledging even as he does it that he probably doesn't need to — if he's spotted grimmjow, that means the reverse is true as well. ）
Hey. You look like you've been having fun.
（ shirt ripped, bloody, grinning ear to ear. he'd felt the fight as it happened, but it was never dire enough to intercede, and ichigo already knows he left the other guy alive. ）