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Is that what happened to you? -- You squinted for far too long?

@ryusxnka

@baka-naruto

          “Well, whoever told ya that was just bein’ plain rude. N’any case~... I ain’t one fer appreciatin’ a bad-lookin’. At least lemme give ya some pointers, if yer gonna try.” He was joking, of course, but--maybe this one wouldn’t get it.

           quickly the lieutenant shuts the magazine, shoving it behind her back. ‘ ah…nothing much gin. just something about human fashion, nothing too special -’

@baka-naruto

@mxtsumxto

 “Hmmm.. so I have.” He commented quietly as Gin approached. He felt his reiatsu even before he neared the door. It was near impossible to mistake his aura, even if it was suppressed. Shifting his position slightly as Gin’s reflection was shown in the monitor, giving him a better view. 

  “There have been some interesting fluctuations here.” Pointing to an arc in the diagram of the surrounding dunes on screen. “Perhaps a venture out into the desert to investigate should be planned soon.” Leaning his head back to glance up at the slender shinigami.  “I cannot ignore a power level of that size, it could work in our favor.                                                                           What are your thoughts?”

          The reaper stopped once he had come up alongside the taller, his head tilted back to lift his hidden gaze onto the monitors, now fully-presented to him as needed. The fluctuations on the monitor were indeed fascinating.

          They were higher than what normally stumbled around the dunes of Hueco Mundo.

          For what purpose Aizen could want it for, though, was another matter entirely--and it was one that piqued Gin’s curiosity in full. His head swiveled to shift his attention then, smile seeming to pull even wider, and curl coyly at the corners.

   Watching him intently, his tail slowly swaying side to side as his suggestion was mulled over. Though Shinsō had already convinced himself of their destination. It was likely Gin wasn’t going to say no, he did leave it up to the zanpakuto anyway. 

  ”Somethin’ like that, sure.” His voice kept light and playful, one ear twitched briefly as he scooted in closer. “It’d be nice to be outta this palace for a bit. It’s so– cold here.” If it were up to him, Shinsō would be out in a field, laying in the warm sun. Stone and marble just wasn’t comfy, that and he got a bit of a thrill ‘playing’ with humans.

          Of course Gin wasn’t going to say no.           Las Noches could prove to be an incredibly bland place. Shinsō was one--if not the only--reason the shinigami hadn’t gone completely insane. What, with the walls all white. The floor, also white.

          Everything--so... vacant. After a while, even the serpent grew weary of the ways around here.

          Ahh--Shinsō was just so convincing, wasn’t he?           The reaper sat up properly when Shinsō moved closer, allowing him as near as he wanted. Gin could definitely sense the restlessness here, and it needed to be tended to.

   Pushing up on his toes so he could get maximum pets verses leverage. Batting his lashes up at him when he settled back down, taking out his fan, splaying it open.     “Me?  Oh but master, you’re definitely the brains of this operation, ne?”  

  Though he knew this game. They would quip back and forth until someone either caved or attention was drawn elsewhere. Relentlessly cunning nature ran rampant when his mood was like this.

        “Hmmm–  when was the last time we took a trip to Karakura?”

        Karakura?           Oh, well, that was a different train of thought than Gin had originally suspected Shinsō to take. Typical, wasn’t it? That he would be so easily ‘zig-zaggy’ in his words, just like the reaper tended to be.           As the zanpakutō withdrew to sit properly, the silver serpent withdrew his hand, sighing languidly as he did.

  This was good, his quiet chirring could be heard once he was right up next to his wielder.  Shinsō was only obedient for one soul and that was Ichimaru Gin. 

         “Play?” He lightly nudged his head under Gin’s hand, demanding affection.  “What ya have in mind? We got any fun targets tonight?”

          Once within range, the shinigami reached over, patting the manifested-weaponry upon the head with unmistakable fondness just in time to receive the forced nuzzling anyway. Moving his free hand, he gestured freely up near his neck, the motion casual, and flippant.

Dashes over to. 

Yes hello, he wants attention please.       

          Oh boy--someone had missed him quite a lot indeed! Or had missed his attention. Either way--missed was missed?

“I didn’t know garbage bags came in white.” SICK BURN. Ugh. Why the fuck was Shinji in Seireitei when she was off delivering these killer lines?

Oh well. Suppose she had to just congratulate herself.

“Anyway, are ya here ‘ta finish me off?”

“Oh-hou! Lookit you, bein’ a rabid lil’ chimp as always.” The mockery in his laughter was obvious, but the chuckle was genuine, hinting that what she’d said did little more than amuse him.