I have no interest in it and you have no talent

“Ishida-san’s…talents?” Blushing, Senna’s gaze locked onto Ryuken as she listened to him. She had thought about this, but, those thoughts supposedly faded. “Are they better than Uryu’s?” She accidentally asked aloud, but she was serious and curious.

"..." He hadn't realized the purple-haired girl was eavesdropping on his conversation with the anon. This had the potential to be awkward, especially given their sorted interactions in the past. The doctor would not let that happen as it was just one incident. It was a good thing that Ryuken was very good at concealing things because the shock of what she just asked would no doubt be visible on the face of a less compose person.

Blinking, he pushed up his glasses along the bridge of his nose, and tilted his head. "That is both a strange, and inappropriate question, Senna-chan." he smirked slightly at her, putting his hands into the pockets of his pants. "Uryu, has no talent in anything he does as far as being a Quincy goes, and since he is still inexperience as far as this subject, I suspect the same thing is true here."

Ryuken's brows knotted into an obvious scowl of displeasure. Of course he shouldn't have been surprised as anons seemed to have no boundaries, and believed they were privileged to everyone's business, regardless of how personal it might be.

Folding his arms, he glared at the gray-faced being with contempt. "I do not see how learning of my sexual partners would be of any relevance to you." That should be enough, but he knew that no anon would accept a flat out refusal to answer the question, and it would only multiple, and escalate into him being bombarded by the same question in the future.

"Enough. My Quincy swagger, as you put it, has been perfectly honed, so that my talents in that department would never fail. If you require an actual number, the you're asking the wrong person as I've said before I don't think it's relevant. A person who has had a hundred partners could still be disappointing. Even worse they could be full of infectious as a parting gift."

The air had a distinctively foul feeling to it, as Ryuken notice the new spiritual pressure following him. His brown brows curved into a deep frown, as the elder Quincy turned to face the clown-faced Shinigami. He knew ever well who this was, even though they had never met.

It was hard not to know the person who had not only been responsible for the murder of his father, but also the loss of his son's Quincy powers. Of course the latter could hardly be blamed on anyone else, but Uryu's know foolishness. He had been too inexperenced, and arragont to think he was a match for anyone of a captain's level.

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With a wide smile upon her face, Senna recognized the man instantly, and ran up to him. "Ishida-san!" Calling over to him as she moved, she waved her hand, until she stopped, about a foot from him. "It's been so long, Ishida-san. I'm so happy I get to see you again..." trailing off, she wasn't sure where to begin. Things have happened since, and she wasn't sure what was on and off limits. "After all this time you haven't changed." She smiled up to him, hoping she was right.

Ryuken let out a exhale of exhaustion, he knew that stupid child of his was going to start some sort of controversy, or trouble in some way. Of course it was up to the head of the Ishida family to salvage whatever dignity was left in their name. Although, he knew the say boys would be boys was very accurate when it came to the current situation. Regardless, he couldn't let Uryu run around like a child without any morals, even if his own were known to be vague at best sometimes.

The doctor hadn't planned on making his appearance so soon, but desperate times called for such measures. As soon as he had landed in the place, a singsong voice full of memories called out to him. Turning around he spotted the purple-haired girl, and instantly the flashbacks of that night came flooding back. Trying his best to control his face, as to not give away anything, he nodded slightly. "Senna-chan. It indeed have been a long time. I see that you've been well?" he said lowly.

Stares closely at the human girl, and smirks a little to himself. "I remember you. It's been a long time since you called me a..." He stops for a moment trying to remember the somewhat amusing nickname. "I believe it was a DILF. It's certainly interesting to see you again."