( && PERSIST! )

im gonna hold u a party im so proud

Fine be greasy and gross. Hmph.

rUDE!!

my hands aren’t even on you -blinks- what’re you, crazy?? 

“Our squad frequently participates in “contests of manliness’. Maturity isn’t in the job description.”

( dogmatiiic liked for a starter! )

          Yuu sat in the shade of a tree, casually eating onigiri as he watched the shinigami pass him by. The sun was hot, but the division was interesting to watch. There were so many different kinds of people, he didn’t know what to think.

          “You ever thought of staying out of the sun, dumbass?” He casually asked before taking another bite, not even sparing the man anything beyond a glance.

       Sweating, somewhat heavier than usual--though he was always perspiring,        Kiyoshi had a thick, stack of paperwork beneath an arm. It wasn’t exactly an        ideal place to carry, but in the heat he couldn’t care less. From the shade, a        man spoke out to him. But Kiyo was hardly in the mood to deal with the other        shinigami's attitude. He paused, briefly-eyes cutting across to where the figure        rested.

       He reaches out, allowing the pad of his thumb to brush over the back        of Ito's hand, tracing circles into the smooth skin. Stretching his fingers       to seek her own, Kiyoshi let out a low hum of acknowledgement. A smile       twitched at his lips.