The deck - Early afternoon

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Ichigo was lounging in one of the chairs on the deck, his feet propped up on the table and he was eating a blueberry muffin. He frowned when one bite tasted strange, but the next was alright so maybe it had just lain close to another pastry. It wasn't until the muffin was gone and Ichigo licked a crumb off his fingers that he tasted it again.

"Orange?" he didn't even notice he was speaking out loud. He hadn't eaten anything with oranges today. He sucked on the other finger and that was definitely orange. The back of his hand... still orange. The inside of his wrist; orange.

Did Shinigami have certain flavours and he just never noticed before?

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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"You taste like orange? That's just weird." Because banana was normal. "But you are. There was a piece of paper and everything. Come to think of it, I can't remember the last time you called me Big Brother."

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"I never called you that," Ichigo grumped, eyeing Jack warily. "It's just a stupid name someone decided to give the project so people would feel all obligated by it."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Well I do feel obligated," Jack said. He felt obligated to say that. "Just making sure things are okay. So. Things are okay?"

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

"Things are okay," Ichigo repeated, not that he'd say it if they weren't. And well, okay was relative. "Beside the whole tasting weird thing."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Good!" Jack said, licking his fingers again. Mmmm. "Let me know if you need anything, then," he said, starting to wander off.

[first-guardian.livejournal.com]

Ichigo blinked, a little surprised at the shortness of the conversation, but not all too bothered. He didn't do bothered, after all. He nodded. "Okay. Bye."