He wailed and fell on his face, as Mizuiro tried to drag him away before he could get silenced by a well-aimed kick from a fuming Mugetsu/Ichig
Chizuru sauntered through the door next with a magazine rolled under her arm. "Way to go, Kurosaki!" she said. "I just saw the ad in Nylon. The billboard's not half-bad, either. I guess now that you're a SUPERMODEL, you won't be hanging out with us much longer."
"What ad? Mugetsu/Ichigo growled, a bad feeling tugging at his already troubled gut.
"Oh come on, you didn't really think you could keep something like this a secret!" she crowed. Chizuru flipped open the magazine to a full-page advertisement for Eternal Love jeans. A half-naked Mugetsu/Ichigo stood on the crest of a dark, ragged cliff against a sunset sky, hair billowing in an unseen wind. He looked dark, raw, and dangerous. Urahara had definitely outdone himself this time. The Shinigami Women's Association's best photographers had miraculously captured the shot and photo-shopped in the jeans. The group gaped in awe.
"Well, at least you won't have to explain the hair extensions and temporary tattoos, Kurosaki", Uryuu said smoothly. "All in a day's work, right? When's your next photoshoot?" he quipped.
"Did you say something about a billboard? " Mugetsu/Ichigo ground through his clenched jaw, as his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.
He wailed and fell on his face, as Mizuiro tried to drag him away before he could get silenced by a well-aimed kick from a fuming Mugetsu/Ichig
Chizuru sauntered through the door next with a magazine rolled under her arm. "Way to go, Kurosaki!" she said. "I just saw the ad in Nylon. The billboard's not half-bad, either. I guess now that you're a SUPERMODEL, you won't be hanging out with us much longer."
"What ad? Mugetsu/Ichigo growled, a bad feeling tugging at his already troubled gut.
"Oh come on, you didn't really think you could keep something like this a secret!" she crowed. Chizuru flipped open the magazine to a full-page advertisement for Eternal Love jeans. A half-naked Mugetsu/Ichigo stood on the crest of a dark, ragged cliff against a sunset sky, hair billowing in an unseen wind. He looked dark, raw, and dangerous. Urahara had definitely outdone himself this time. The Shinigami Women's Association's best photographers had miraculously captured the shot and photo-shopped in the jeans. The group gaped in awe.
"Well, at least you won't have to explain the hair extensions and temporary tattoos, Kurosaki", Uryuu said smoothly. "All in a day's work, right? When's your next photoshoot?" he quipped.
"Did you say something about a billboard? " Mugetsu/Ichigo ground through his clenched jaw, as his cell phone vibrated in his pocket.
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