HE IS SEETHING.

     she watches the shreds of paper float to the ground like snowflakes. artistic.

         ‘ i’m not sure what i expected. ‘

“Yer Kyoraku’s new replacement, right?” He’s trying to piece everything together, but sometimes... he just doesn’t care enough to get people’s names and faces right. “Must be real strong t’live up to that reputation.”

      and whaddya know, here she is! doing that exact thing. she loves a good threat. 

          ‘ should i say you’re welcome? ‘

And you know what he does? He just takes that paperwork...

And cuts it right in half with his sword. No paperwork? No problem.

perhaps this was a mistake.

sitting on the porch of the juichibantai’s captain in the middle of the night seemed like the right thing to do at the time. it hadn’t been the first time after all that the third seat had done this. often she would resort to simply lurking like a shadow, unable to find the push to simply go out and speak to the behemoth of a shinigami and opted instead to let him pass on by. she wasn’t a fool though, he had known of all the failed attempts at conversation since the invasion had come to pass she was sure of it, but it was as if the woman’s silver tongue had suddenly turned to lead. what was wrong? why was this so difficult? mugen couldn’t bear to let the weight of it crush her shoulders down with brute force, so instead, she sat on his porch and simply waited. 

a great deal of the officers here had known of her, not familiar with her face but by the air she brought about them, whispers of discomfort clinging to the skin like soaked cloth so bad that they couldn’t stand to be near her longer than they had to. how many times had she heard the word ‘unbearable’? her eyes flutter open. 

this is definitely a mistake.

@seethxng : starter

“So, you finally decided t’drop by again. Nice.”

Kenpachi’s frame hardly fits through the door as he stands just inside his room, staring out at the familiar officer. He could feel her reiatsu the second she entered his kingdom, that all-too-eager hunger that crept its way over his skin but failed to penetrate, the one that he could tell threw his division into a tizzy at the mere sight of her sometimes. She’s always welcome, of course, but he has no doubt that’s only because he’s the one she’s with. Still, it doesn’t seem to bother him much. If anything, her sight is one for sore eyes.

Mugen’s not going to get away this time. He walks out onto the porch and finds a seat next to her - not too close, but still within touching distance should she find herself eager to tussle his hair or rub his arm. The beast did always enjoy what contact she gave, especially considering no one else was brave enough to initiate.

Yeah, Mugen’s an anomaly on any good day, but he can’t say he doesn’t love it when she’s here. Kindred spirits are hard to come by when you’re someone like Zaraki. It makes days like these a lot lonelier than he’d ever admit, especially with everyone he’s cared about... gone.