Ishida caught up to him belatedly, his bow still in his hand and glowing. "Kurosaki-! The Hollow-!"

Black shinigami robes swishing around his ankles, Ichigo turned to face him and thumbed some dirt from his nose. "Yeah, it was hapazardly running all over the place and I had to hapazardly chase it and the whole thing was fucking hapazard, in a bit of a haphazard way but it all worked out. Even if it was hapazard."

Ishida stared at him, horrified. He'd told his pet peeves to Orihime in a brief moment of honesty, told her how much he hated that word, among other things... and this is how he was repaid? She told them to Kurosaki Ichigo?! After a moment, he found his voice. "I hate you so much."

"It was awful," Ichigo said, smirking. "I mean, I don't think I've ever been on such a haphazard chase. Up and down, round and about, hazardous in a hap way. I tore my outfit." He held up a tattered sleeve.

Eyes narrowing, Ishida stared at him. He'd be damned if he offered to sew Ichigo's outfit after that, top in the handicrafts club or not.

"Do you have any..." Ichigo paused for dramatic effect. "...buttons?"

"I'm going to kill you in your sleep," Ishida told him, and stomped off.