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"you don't get to make that claim, 'commander'." old wounds seemed the most problematic to heal. what had been a means of blanketing forgiveness; pre-conceived notions of what those important to her would decree all fell away in flashes of anger.

"get out of my house."

Yoruichi sat down beside Kūkaku and leaned over to mildly topple into her lap, then pulled a vaguely pouty face and made stereotypical kitty pawing motions upward at her for attention.

on obscured only for a moment, the passing wave of a form soon gave way to the weight draped across her lap. hardly uninvited, the presence had been a pleasing one. granted, the behavior following brought a perked brow. that is before lips curled briefly into an appeased smile.

"have i been ignoring you? eh?"

a hand buried flush to the side of her face. nestling into dark tresses, it had been a comforting touch, almost as if one would stroke a cat. needless to say, her current task had been abandoned in favor of the other.

"it might make you look a little better." features contorted in amusement, jabbing at the shihouin in question. but any capacity to identify the other had actually come from another contact entirely. it had partly been the reason there'd been little objection to the others presence in her home altogether.

"old ways still stand---i can't turn away a shihouin. or a guest. though if you try anything i'll kill you." ambiguous, the threat whether it could be significantly followed up or not had been open for interpretation. still, the other was an interesting subject to say the least.

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Etsu -

1. despite the initial reception or rather intrusion; kuukaku doesn’t mind her company especially in her home. etsu’s knack for tracking her has become somewhat of a recurring theme though. still, kuukaku has not extended a formal invitation for the other to visit. considering she’s a nuisance and at times does accompany her captain when she visits.

2. they have similar tastes in alcohol, though kuukaku does prefer a stronger brand. it had been one instance however where kuukaku had aimed to drink alone that once again the other had interrupted her. the presence of two cups alluded to being stood up, but in reality it had been a customary act to honor her fallen brother. of course she never told etsu this. given the others playful demeanor she’d been a welcome distraction.

3. at times, etsu has pulled kuukaku into what she can only label as “shenanigans”. throughout rukungai, various drinking establishments have come to be all too versed in the shinigami. of course etsu can take care of herself, but the shiba’s home has become a safe house for the other or rather a point of interest. rarely has kuukaku ever had to raise a hand to defend the other. 

A Third seat Toshiro stands before the woman. - A Relative of his late captain - With eyes filled with regret, clandestine behind white locks of hair, whilst the boy had bowed his head in respect. " Captain Shiba's Reiatsu vanished in the world of the living approximately three days ago ... My condolences. " I have failed to forbear your Uncle from death as I failed your brother, Kaien.

“they’re sending kids---no,” realization came swiftly, the insult dissipated just as readily to address the other respectfully despite the bearing of ill news. “lower officers delivering good news?” venom laced her demeanor; the very image of one so young indoctrinated into the ones who’d robbed her of one so special spoke more than she ever could. the boy hadn’t deserved her ire, yet so easily stood before her disheartened from not upholding the defense of a comrade. there was little wisdom willingly gave save for an immediate departure. but words came all the same.

“useless.”