FORGOTTEN PHILOSOPHIES

Well at least there was that going on, no trouble with having to explain why the guy was suddenly gone; if anyone would care that is. He chose not to say anything else since his company’s gaze was no longer on his face to where reading his lips was possible. 

"For one--he kept touching my ears and you know how I feel about that...second, he kept saying you were a horrible taichou."

"Got to do anything exciting lately? Any jobs taken up that make for a good story about how you took out the Hollow?"

"He was so aggravating...too bad he can't remember a thing anymore."

They were invading. He was almost certain that the ones being invaded weren’t allowed to say they were closed. “…can you close a city?” What was it with people and being lazy.

Eyes focused on his lips, reading whatever he was saying. He spoke slowly, which was pretty good. He sometimes got tired of the quick speakers. "...Never said the city was closed. Just here."

Izuru was shaky, and in a way it was his fault but he was hardly caring or sorry about it. If his fukutaichou’s mind was so impressionable to him—- Amano wasn’t though, it was something that he had always liked. 

Things like this did startle him--he wasn't sure how to respond to it all. However, that single outreach to him was enough signal how he felt about it. Amano didn't touch others. Not without him feeling comfortable with them. Gin was an exception, he almost adored him at times. He related to him in ways he couldn't with others.

"Don’t tell Izuru, but you’re my favorite." 

"A-Ah?" Fingers unconsciously stretched out, latching onto the sleeve of the taller male.

"And what about you, not overworking yourself either I hope?" 

"...What about you?"

She herself, had moments of pure rage, and acting without thought. But times like that were rare, and never really welcomed. Destructive and barbaric didn’t fit the woman. “I’m not quite sure anyone would have answered your question. Well at least not an entirely honest answer.”

His voice changed back into the blunt one he had used before, eyes shifting off to the side for a brief second. He began playing with the hilt of his blade once more, sighing audibly.

From his posture he seemed to her reserved but that meant nothing to her. “Oh dear, I think there’s a storm coming on.” She said loud enough to be heard by the other, while looking up at the darkening sky. Whether it was actually directed at the other or not was something else; she was not above talking to herself. "Sounds like the perfect time for a spot of training, actually."

He decided not to be as blunt as he could have been--she felt strong. A stranger, but still strong.

"War is useless."

He could be pretty barbaric himself, but now was not the time to demonstrate that. She seemed pretty smart, she was keeping his interest at a mild level. Fingers jammed into his pockets, gaze turning away for a brief second before he focused back. Why had she run? That would be a nosy thing to ask...maybe later. "There's a reason for it. I didn't care enough to ask what it was."

Narrowed eyes caught sight of the third seat to his division and he made no point to hide himself from the other, there was no need. “Things are running smoothly around here today with you, right?” A simple yes that jobs were being carried out that were put into the man’s hands would be all he needed. He wasn’t much for grilling and breathing down one of his seated officer’s necks like Sui Feng, and Byakuya were. All that mattered was that it got done in due time. 

Eyes closed after he read his lips, hands moving to the back of his head and grasping pale locks. "...As smooth as they can. Everyone seemed to forget their brains at home today...I wanna murder half of them." Amano was brutally honest with the man before him--he always had been. He seemed to open up to his taichou more than any of the other's, spending more time with him than his other comrades.

She took notice how focused he was on her. A rather familiar sort of staring she got from Kaito when he was reading her lips. The observation would be stored in her mind for possible future use. Miyako sets most of her weight to one leg, arms crossing under her chest as silence set thick between the pair. “Might I ask what you’re doing here? The last I heard, Shinigami were at war…Wouldn’t they want all of their soldiers on the front lines?”

"...War is dull."

"I suppose you’re going to try and drag me back to Soul Society?"

Again, he had focused on her mouth instead of her eyes. His blunt personality was showing through, hands dropping until one lazily played with the hilt of his blade. He rolled it into a circle, finally taking her appearance and strength in. That hair had to be a hassle. His free hand adjusted the scarf around his neck, focusing his gaze back to her mouth.

"Hm, you’re good…"

"...Rogue, right?"