Valentine's Day Mayhem: Cloudberry Flavor
In which it is Valentine's Day, and Cloudberry's day has gone downhill from the moment he woke up to discover that his uncle made breakfast today.
Rating: T
Valentine’s Day is annoying. Almost everything is annoying on some level, though. Take my uncle, for instance. Today I did not get up before he did, so he made us a Western-style breakfast. I’m an early riser, so I’m usually in charge of breakfast. I like to make a simple fare, rice, miso soup, grilled fish and some pickles. However, this was a bad night for Uncle’s tuberculosis - Uncle Shunsui always says I should call it ‘consumption’, more poetic or something, but then we all knew he was bonkers. So Uncle Jūshirō was up for most of the early morning hours. Therefore, he decided to surprise us with breakfast. Mom was happy, Uncle Shunsui was happy. I was not.
I don’t like sweets, much less sweets for breakfast. Uncle likes to make Western pancakes, which is fine. I’d prefer it if he made honeycakes, as those are the only sweets I really enjoy. Even then, I don’t want to eat them for breakfast. But we had no honey, which is what I usually put on the pancakes, only syrup, which is far too sweet. We were also out of currant jam. So I tried to make do with butter, and then Shunsui poured syrup all over them. So I managed to stomach one, and gave the rest to Mom.
Uncle also made eggs, which was his saving grace today. And then I got to work, and any semblance of good about this day was shattered. We’re being made to wear pink uniforms. My life may be over. I got into a… very loud argument with Urahara about it. Although I was the only one being loud about it - Urahara was just being smug being that infernal fan of his.
I really want to take a live katana to that thing. Oooh, that would be such sweet revenge.
Anyway, when the afternoon shift came it I kind of yelled at them. I felt bad, especially after seeing the kind of mood Ichigo was already in. Apparently one of his sisters is sick - he’s kind of an overprotective brother type. He actually looked good in the uniform, too, much as he didn’t look like he wanted to be in it.
He’s really good with kids. He’s with Ururu - Manager’s niece, right now, and all the girls are looking nauseatingly sweet about it. Almost like they’re going to start -
Cooing. Kami, sometimes I hate it when I’m right. Heh. Ichigo has no idea what they’re doing.
“Hey, Cloudberry.” A voice, to my left. I seem to have been spacing out. I turned around. Behind me was Ichigo’s black-haired sister, Karin, I believe her name was. She had a firm grip on the wrist of Jinta, Manager’s nephew. They’re sickeningly cute together, in a violent sort of way. He was carrying a baseball bat over his shoulder, and she had a baseball glove in her hand, along with a chocolate wrapped in red cellophane.
“Hey, Karin. Ururu’s over there. Let me get you over there.” I navigated them over to the table, where Ichigo was just arriving with Ururu’s smoothie. He flashed a grin at us, and I felt that peculiar sensation in the pit of my stomach. Whenever he smiles. I swear I’m contracting something - Uncle’s given me tuberculosis.
“Hey kids, Tōshirō.” He greeted, deliberately ignoring my muttered ‘It’s Hitsugaya, idiot.’ Karin grinned up at him - they had the same smile. “What do you guys want?”
“I’d like a coke float.” Jinta said. Ichigo nodded.
“I’d like a strawberry-banana smoothie, Ichi-nii.” Karin chirped. Ichigo smiled at her, slightly bemused.
“Alright. What’s gotten you so chirpy?” I was wondering, too - usually Karin has a personality rather akin to her older brother.
“Nothing!” She said. I totally didn’t buy it. Neither did Ichigo.
“Well, whatever this nothing is, as long as it’s legal, I hope it keeps up.” He grinned again, and ruffled her hair. “C’mon Tōshirō, we’ve got a couple of orders to fill - you’re better at the smoothie machine than I am.”
Rating: T
Valentine’s Day is annoying. Almost everything is annoying on some level, though. Take my uncle, for instance. Today I did not get up before he did, so he made us a Western-style breakfast. I’m an early riser, so I’m usually in charge of breakfast. I like to make a simple fare, rice, miso soup, grilled fish and some pickles. However, this was a bad night for Uncle’s tuberculosis - Uncle Shunsui always says I should call it ‘consumption’, more poetic or something, but then we all knew he was bonkers. So Uncle Jūshirō was up for most of the early morning hours. Therefore, he decided to surprise us with breakfast. Mom was happy, Uncle Shunsui was happy. I was not.
I don’t like sweets, much less sweets for breakfast. Uncle likes to make Western pancakes, which is fine. I’d prefer it if he made honeycakes, as those are the only sweets I really enjoy. Even then, I don’t want to eat them for breakfast. But we had no honey, which is what I usually put on the pancakes, only syrup, which is far too sweet. We were also out of currant jam. So I tried to make do with butter, and then Shunsui poured syrup all over them. So I managed to stomach one, and gave the rest to Mom.
Uncle also made eggs, which was his saving grace today. And then I got to work, and any semblance of good about this day was shattered. We’re being made to wear pink uniforms. My life may be over. I got into a… very loud argument with Urahara about it. Although I was the only one being loud about it - Urahara was just being smug being that infernal fan of his.
I really want to take a live katana to that thing. Oooh, that would be such sweet revenge.
Anyway, when the afternoon shift came it I kind of yelled at them. I felt bad, especially after seeing the kind of mood Ichigo was already in. Apparently one of his sisters is sick - he’s kind of an overprotective brother type. He actually looked good in the uniform, too, much as he didn’t look like he wanted to be in it.
He’s really good with kids. He’s with Ururu - Manager’s niece, right now, and all the girls are looking nauseatingly sweet about it. Almost like they’re going to start -
Cooing. Kami, sometimes I hate it when I’m right. Heh. Ichigo has no idea what they’re doing.
“Hey, Cloudberry.” A voice, to my left. I seem to have been spacing out. I turned around. Behind me was Ichigo’s black-haired sister, Karin, I believe her name was. She had a firm grip on the wrist of Jinta, Manager’s nephew. They’re sickeningly cute together, in a violent sort of way. He was carrying a baseball bat over his shoulder, and she had a baseball glove in her hand, along with a chocolate wrapped in red cellophane.
“Hey, Karin. Ururu’s over there. Let me get you over there.” I navigated them over to the table, where Ichigo was just arriving with Ururu’s smoothie. He flashed a grin at us, and I felt that peculiar sensation in the pit of my stomach. Whenever he smiles. I swear I’m contracting something - Uncle’s given me tuberculosis.
“Hey kids, Tōshirō.” He greeted, deliberately ignoring my muttered ‘It’s Hitsugaya, idiot.’ Karin grinned up at him - they had the same smile. “What do you guys want?”
“I’d like a coke float.” Jinta said. Ichigo nodded.
“I’d like a strawberry-banana smoothie, Ichi-nii.” Karin chirped. Ichigo smiled at her, slightly bemused.
“Alright. What’s gotten you so chirpy?” I was wondering, too - usually Karin has a personality rather akin to her older brother.
“Nothing!” She said. I totally didn’t buy it. Neither did Ichigo.
“Well, whatever this nothing is, as long as it’s legal, I hope it keeps up.” He grinned again, and ruffled her hair. “C’mon Tōshirō, we’ve got a couple of orders to fill - you’re better at the smoothie machine than I am.”