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“Oi, Kurosaki.”
“What, Ishida?” Ichigo looks up from where he was hunched over his desk.
“Here.” Uryuu drops a tome as thick as a brick onto Ichigo’s desk, narrowly missing his head.
“Oi, what where you’re dropping things! And what is it, anyways?”
Uyuu pushes up his glasses. “Well, you enjoy Shakespeare, so I thought you might like to expand your literary horizons.”
“Okay….” Ichigo raises an eyebrow.
Uryuu stares back.
Ichigo looks at book. “You gave me Les Misérables…to cheer me up…?”
“I did nothing of the sort, Kurosaki. I’m merely trying to get you to expand your literary horizons beyond the bawdy Shakespeare.”
Ichigo smiles faintly. “Sure, Ishida. Thanks.”
Uryuu sniffs, and turns away, but there’s an air of satisfaction to him now.
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