City Lights// exitusberry
The sound of Renji stampeding up the stairs nearly shook the entire hallway, but he was a man with a mission and little care for what Ichigo wanted even on a good day. That was what friends did, anyways. They bothered each other. This was an unavoidable fact of life. Obviously.
Renji pushed the door to Ichigo’s room aside, leaning on the doorway. “Okay, so,” Renji began importantly, gesturing with his hands to emphasize the significance of this question. “I need to know how to buy a train ticket. Where to buy it, really, is the crux of the issue. But knowing everything would be super helpful.”