#aizen-sousuke

君を食らうのはすべてが終わった後でいい

“Huh?” 

And, all of a sudden, Aizen himself came for Nnoitra’s life. In the middle of a meeting, all eyes are on him. He grimaces, teeth clenched. He’d have to kill the little chucklefuck who snitched him out. 

He doesn’t panic, oh no. That would be certain death. Keep it cool, Nnoitra. He could get out of this one. He’s the strongest, and he’d prove that to everyone. Even Aizen if he needed to.  And so, he begins to prepare his argument.

“  Uhhhhh...”  An eloquent start to his rebuttal.  “ Whoever told you that must’ve misheard me.” 

Damage control is at full throttle as the cogs begin to spin in his brain. 

“ ‘Cause I said. ‘I’m the tallest one here, so I’m the boss of all of you.’ to the Privaron Espada. Yeah, that was it.” 

&&.

          Nodding politely, the boar would hesitantly move forward to approach him. It was bad enough angering Nnoitra, he didn’t even want to think about what would happen if he pissed off Aizen.

Leave a “Drink Me” in my ask, and I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.

            The burn of the liquor positively lit his throat aflame, sapping any semblance of moisture from his mouth on the way down -- it quite literally felt like swallowing a mouthful of fire. He coughed and rasped, barely able to replace the shot glass back to the table before clasping a hand down over his mouth in a dramatic show of his own ineptitude for the particular poison. What a sight he must have appeared, a perfectly grown man who looked like he’d just tasted alcohol for the first time. But to be entirely fair, it was the first time he had ever tasted that particular brand of creature. 

            His brunette counterpart seated politely across the table from him appeared shocked by the display, but his expression quickly transitioned from one of startled concern to that of patient sympathy as the blond attempted to chase the amber liquor down with the glass of water at his side. One hand lifted up to scratch at his smooth, smiling cheek with a palpable marriage of politeness and embarrassment. 

            “Ah ...I take it you’ve never had whiskey before, Captain?”

            The superior ( if one could even call him that at this point ) had completely finished his glass of water, placing it down against the table and staring in total and abject skepticism and disbelief at the shot placed before the lieutenant, identical of the one he had just taken himself. 

            ❝ – ugh!! I’ll say! What’s that even supposed to taste like? All it did was boil my taste buds alive! ❞

            His fellow shinigami simply smiled and took up his own glass, lifting it up to eye level to examine the hue and viscosity of the liquid gold. 

            “...yes, it can pack quite a punch if you’re unaccustomed to it, I suppose. Am I to assume that you prefer a more traditional flavor to your liquor then, Captain?”

            Urahara laughed outright and gave the lieutenant a leery look over the smooth oak sheen of the table, as though he were perfectly aware of what the other was suggesting in spite of his uncanny ability to remain polite about most any subject. 

            ❝ – What you’re really asking me is ‘so you can’t handle your alcohol, huh ya big giant baby?’ Y’know for such an unassuming lieutenant, you sure seem to have an iron stomach!! Maybe you’re not as unassuming as you appear, hmmm? ~ ❞

            He teased, pushing the lieutenant’s choice aside and reaching instead for the bottle of sake perched upon the table between them to refill his own glass with something that was composed of more flavor than substance. Sousuke laughed and waved a hand in front of his face in good nature to dismiss the idea that he had been trying to insult the Captain, as well as the ridiculous notion that he could be anything more than what he presented himself to be.

@aizen-sousuke

  mayuri seems like the kind of person to pinch...

(( For a moment I thought Mayuri was doing the Idiot Sandwich on Szayel… ))

Send “♫” and I will respond with songs that:

Describe the relationship between our muses;

Waiting on a Friend: Rolling StonesMeyla and Aizen aren’t really friends but I’d be lying if I said Meyla wouldn’t consider being his friend. As such I feel like this is appropriate enough.

Reminds my muse of yours;

Land of the Dead; Voltaire Meyla is many a things, ignorance begin one of them, However she is a pretty decent judge of character. Something to Aizen just seems very, very off; reminding her a lot of depictions of Hades in mainstream media. She’s not entirely keen on letting him know this though.

Our muses would enjoy listening together.