uninspired
Aug. 22nd, 2006 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
purplekitteJust another drabble where nothing happens. And it isn't even whitty. I can't even get lj cuts to work (though I only started trying today).
Title: “Tea”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Ukitake, Yoruichi, Hinamori
Rating: PG
Word Count: 142
Time: 49 minutes
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
“Thank you very much for your concern,” Ukitake said politely, pouring them both a bit more tea.
“Juushirou!” Yoruichi burst in, loudly as ever. Normally her overenthusiastic greeting would have hit him, but theoretically in deference to his condition she chose to barrel Hinamori over in her hug. Though he normally would resent any special treatment because of his illness, he was willing to make this an exception. Besides, he had always more-than-a-little-bit suspected that Yoruichi much preferred pressing her chest into women than men.
“If you would.” Yoruichi looked up at him. “You’re sitting on the biscuits. I have milk for you, if you would pass them over.”
“Of course, Juushirou-kun.”
Biscuits set more securely on the table, Ukitake removed Yoruichi from all over a blushing Hinamori by handing her a tea cup of milk.
“Lovely weather we’re having, it’s it?”
Title: “Tea”
Fandom: Bleach
Characters: Ukitake, Yoruichi, Hinamori
Rating: PG
Word Count: 142
Time: 49 minutes
Disclaimer: Bleach not mine.
“Thank you very much for your concern,” Ukitake said politely, pouring them both a bit more tea.
“Juushirou!” Yoruichi burst in, loudly as ever. Normally her overenthusiastic greeting would have hit him, but theoretically in deference to his condition she chose to barrel Hinamori over in her hug. Though he normally would resent any special treatment because of his illness, he was willing to make this an exception. Besides, he had always more-than-a-little-bit suspected that Yoruichi much preferred pressing her chest into women than men.
“If you would.” Yoruichi looked up at him. “You’re sitting on the biscuits. I have milk for you, if you would pass them over.”
“Of course, Juushirou-kun.”
Biscuits set more securely on the table, Ukitake removed Yoruichi from all over a blushing Hinamori by handing her a tea cup of milk.
“Lovely weather we’re having, it’s it?”
