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When she smiles, it gets underneath his skin in the weirdest way. He couldn’t understand her enthusiasm, they had enough problems in Hueco Mundo. His thesis was that she was hoping, Ichigo and his band of friends would be there.

❝ Fuck Soul Society, you and Halibel can handle that crap. ❞

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Stirs in his sleep, opening one eye to see who the culprit is interrupting his downtime. Nelly. The sunlight blinds him and he cowers in the covers, sitting with the blanket dressed around his head like a cloak for protection against the rays.

❝ Fucks sake, whaddaya’ want? ❞

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⠀ 𝗧 𝗛 𝗨 𝗠 𝗣 ❗️

To her this may have simply been trivial… to him, It was consequential. A predator, especially one as disagreeable as he, is not to be trifled with when in a position of vulnerability.

Clawing through the sheets, he pounced on her, flashing his fangs, venting deep hisses.

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The masculine feline instinctively twists as his decorum feels the sheets shuffle underneath his back. Her words served no purpose except irritating him in this dormancy state, prompting a roll in the covers that swiftly turns him into a burrito.

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Soft rumbles resounded from the foot of the bed and the culprit turns to reveal himself, snoring, chest exposed down to his loose pants and exposed feet… the Panthera had made himself comfortable all night and perhaps plans to remain here if left unchecked.

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