“Yeah, that makes two of us.” Ichigo grumbled softly as Vulpix stalked cautiously toward Cubone. He had his regular skinny jeans on with a long shirt and a green apron that gaped and hung low on his chest now that it wasn’t supporting his Pokémon. “Fucking hate it when it’s quiet in my head. So you ended up in this world same as me? Woke up in a bed with some strange woman calling herself your mother trying to rush you out the door?”