HairPinPrincess

your name:  Hanakari Jinta

Romantic or platonic?:  Romantic

A night in or dinner out or an activity?:  Wanna catch a baseball game or a concert?

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Like they don’t go together? Literally that’s just ice cream with topping…

What’s your perfect date?: Anything that makes you smile

Would you cook for me?:  I mean, I could try?

Would you let me cook for you?:  I mean… you could try?

Can we make-out?: It’s not like I’d say no…

Make out in private or in public?: Wow. Yes?

Do you like to cuddle?:  Last I checked…

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Seriously, people are picky about this?

Couch or bed?:  Again…

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?:  Baseball, synth music, and making coffee

Tell me something about you no else knows: I’ve grown up. Should be obvious, but… sometimes you gotta remind people.

Why do you want to be my valentine?: Okay, hear me out. You’re what… five, six years older than me? Not like it matters anymore. I figure the strawberry had his shot and he blew it. If you’re still available after all this time, either you’re crazy picky or everyone else is clueless. Just figured I may as well go for it.  You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take, you know?

What makes you a good Valentine?: Hell, I don’t know. Isn’t that something for you to decide?

Valentine’s Application | Accepting!

It was good to see someone she’d more or less known as a little kid having grown up so much. Well, not that there had been an obtuse gap as it were, it was almost insane to think that she’d just been Fifteen when she and her friends had first ran off to the land of the dead. It all seemed so ridiculous looking back. But this was something much more grounded, and easier to digest. The simple passage of time, and the shift of Jinta from a spunky little guy to a young man.

Should she be...bothered? Some small part of her wondered if she should feel.....bad? Old? The words on the application. ‘If you’re still available after all this time’. Just how much time had she spent trying to put herself back together?

She felt so silly, falling in love so young, and then taking ages to fall out of it. So long, in fact, that she was here.

But she didn’t feel bad.

She was happy. Because little Jinta really had grown up. Through the somewhat sheepish tone, the young man had managed to convey something rather important. That he was worried about her. Wanting her to smile. And rather than trying to prop himself up, he was appealing to her own needs. Urahara really had raised a lovely young man.

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer your up.

Drabble Meme | Accepting

The sight of the man wandering Karakura didn't take long to catch Orihime's attention. How often she'd seen people with that same sort of gait, staring seemingly into nothing as their minds detached from their bodies. Of course, there was also the spiritual pressure about him that caught her attention. A shinigami?

Something akin to that.

Why would a shinigami be brooding around the soul society? Perhaps they were on assignment? OH! Maybe they were here on patrol like Rukia had been! Did that mean he'd be showing up at the school as well? or in some other manner? If that was the case then she aught to say hello!

Without so much as a glimmer of a plan, a big smile flashed across Inoue's features and walked right up to the man.

He seemed nervous? Well it would make sense if he probably felt a little foolish. Especially given her reaction at the time. The Dress DID have her chest spilling all over the place. But would he feel shame? No that thought didn't even occur to her. For as long as she had known the man he had been incredibly knowledgeable.

From his guidance of Ichigo.

To his conferring with Orihime.

True, Rukia had conflicted with Urahara's initial advice to remain out of combat. And she had adored the woman for it. But there was also the very fact that going out of her way had drawn the enemy's attention. That things might have been ....different if she had not gone off training. If she hadn't been ambushed on the way home.

IN much the same way, she understood that the man likely had motivations beyond her understanding with the dress.

Had it been intended to help her with confidence?

To draw Ichigo's attention?

Did it have some other effect she simply had no idea of?

She didn't know, but she trusted the man, and that was one of several reasons why she'd kept it. Even so, she smiled a bit as she saw the man's breach of the topic.

The question caught the girl a bit off guard! Suffice to say she hadn't really thought back to that time of her life in a long while, and with it came a few embarassing memories. But as for the question itself?

"Of course! I wouldn't throw away a gift. Even if it was a bit uhm... outside my usual style." She noted, growing a bit sheepish at the second part of that. Naturally she had kept it! But well, the idea of WEARING it again definitely made her a bit flustered, recalling the particulars of the design.

She was a bit caught by surprise.

She shouldn't have, in fact just about everything she knew about the other woman would lend itself to the notion that she would say such a thing. But expecting it and hearing it out in the open were two incredibly different things, and in the moment as she digested that soft, gentle murmur.

She couldn't help but feel something welling up inside of her. After all she was used to kind words. Rukia. Ichigo. Sado. Just about everyone at one point or another supported her. They would even offer gentle platitudes. Assurances that everything would be alright, that things were fine. That they didn't care about the troubles she'd caused them, or the pain she'd put them through jut by being herself.

Perhaps more than anything was the fact that those lips didn't muster any such utterance. It was plain and simple. A singular and honest sentiment.

The tears budded before she even realized, and a smile broke out gently across her features as she looked them in the eye. Not the dull, anxious little mask she'd put on for the others. But a soft, genuine little warmth that would assure that these tears weren't out of agony, but born of relief. Tender drops breaching from below, betraying the ocean of sorrow buried inside finally given a reprieve from the pressure.

She took a step forward and gently grasped their hands, lifting her head and offering a genuine glow of gratitude across her lips.

"Thank you..." She sniffled, before promptly reeling them into a hug and sobbing softly into their shoulder.

         A former war criminal?

         …Oh right, this girl was part of the bunch of humans who made a huge fuss by illegally entering Soul Society a few years ago. It kicked up such a stir that even those of them living in Schatten Bereich had been paying close attention to the happenings…only to be disappointed by the lukewarm outcome, and worse, those humans just ended up being taken advantaged of and used as ‘allies’ of the Shinigami.

              “ …I won’t put you and I on the same level, ” Candice muttered after a pause. In terms of casualties, in terms of collateral damage, in terms of death, the Wandenreich invasion had been a full scale war in comparison. And that was why the level of surveillance and punishment dealt to her was so much more severe. Candice was not sure what to feel about this girl’s attempt to make light of her situation. Her brow furrowed. No. She was quite certain that she did not like it very much, at all.  

              “ Quincies and Shinigami are natural enemies, Inoue. We shouldn’t be playing nice with each other - ever. And you should also know this; those Shinigami are only understanding up until the point where it’s no longer in their interests to do so - you’d have to be a fool to believe otherwise. ”

Inoue paused for just a moment as she listened to the woman, namely in that low rumbling tenor of irritation that laced her words as she went on to seem a bit indignant at Inoue’s own claim.

“Ah, well I suppose. But then again I’m not entirely sure what my crimes would have been in total... I did sortof wind up convincing a Captain to rebel against orders.... Don’t they call that... inciting Treason? We did get off fairly lightly, but Urahara-san had mentioned that we were really lucky that Central 46 was killed by Aizen. If they had been around we might not have been treated so positively toward the end...” She murmured softly. “But I guess I don’t really know a lot about how any of that works....so I guess you do have a point, I’m sorry if I upset you.” She noted lightly, folding her hands in front of her as she wound ul glancing off to the side.

And of course, on the subject of the Shinigami...... she nodded softly. “I do understand that....” She murmured softly. Some of the shinigami, she had certainly come to consider friends of some sort. And there definitely was some level of softness.

But she still remembered what Urhara had warned her about before they had gone up to that Royal palace. That Ichigo, may very well never come back from there. She had asked why, and he had only really given her a half-answer. That some things were ‘irrevocably necessary’. And she had, at least a little, started to feel a bit of what Candice seemed to be hinting at. No matter how close a shinigami felt in terms of their feelings. They still had a job. And that job, was much larger, and more important, than the lives of one, or any small number of humans or their feelings.

It was almost funny to watch her if it were not so oddly depressive, she really seemed out of place here, considering all her friends were in the living world.

“Well, surely he does not want to help forever,”  he stated.  “If you want a proper job and income, you gotta work for it.”   The image of Kurosaki being a doctor sure was something else, especially with that hair colour, the elders sure gonna have their difficulties to accept him as a person of authority.  “Say…”  staring at her as her behavior was freaking him out a little.  “..you alright? Cause’ if not, you should better go home again.”  Under the living.

She was tense of course. How could she not be? Ginjo could have talked about anyone. Uryu, whom had also been involved in the incident. Sado, who had actually been a deeper part of that whole Xcution business. Or even he could have asked her how Riruka or Yukio were doing these days, not that she knew what Yukio was up to as much. But no, he wanted to talk about the one person Orihime had tried to dig desperately out of her own mind. And she absolutely hated it. So as rude as it was....she ignored his comments on them. Skipping right to his final question.

He was not paying too much attention to her now and even if, he not gonna wonder about little twitches in her face. Odd but nothing more.

“Is she considered as such?”  She had been always rather nice to him, though he had not given her any reason to be rough towards them as they behaved rather well around her. Interesting though, that seriously Orihime would see her as cold-hearted, considering she usually saw the more positive sides in people.  “Seems so… so what ‘bout Kurosaki now, did he seriously became a doctor?”  That boy interested him far more than the girl, at least for the moment. It was a bit weird to talk with Orihime, who really seemed a little bit lost, considering she was here but out of her own free will, and yet… something seems off.

She frowned just a little. As Ginjo seemed hinged on the topic of Kurosaki. She calmed herself, taking a slow inhale and distracted herself, gently pinching and rubbing a bit of the fabric of her shirt between her fingers..