STUpid fucking cat

   she nods affirmatively to him, committing the name to memory. ❛❛   yoruichi shihoin  —  just call me yoruichi.   ❜❜   upon her lips is a cheeky smile as she plants her hands confidently on her hips.     ❛❛    now, i do have a question : are those ears … real ?   ❜❜   hers is a genuinely curious tone, head tilted inquisitively. 

   ❛❛     oho, one of kensei’s, huh ??   ❜❜   his sudden stiffness makes a laugh tumble forth, the kind that shakes her shoulders as her eyes close.     ❛❛    please, you can drop the formalities. what’s your name ?   ❜❜ she moves a little closer to him, decidedly playful.

There is still an air of nervousness about him, but his shoulders drop, seemingly relieved by her words and tone of voice.

Despite his more relaxed posture, it takes him a few moments to get his name out, words starting to trip over each other as she moves closer. How was he even supposed to think with someone so close?