#captainsilverfoxsnake

How very reminiscent it was to when they were children, Gin was always there to help her down hillsides, or off tree branches – it seemed those old habits were still there. Her hands had rested gently on his shoulders as she had scooched to the edge of the windowsill, his assistance had been unneeded but had entirely been welcomed.

With both feet firmly planted on the ground, she lingered a moment – pleased to be so close and giddy at the prospect of spending the day with him. Once his hands left her hips, her fingers slowly drifted from his shoulders down his chest. One finger looped around his as she fell into step with him as he led them towards a destination unknown.

“I would suggest your persimmon grove, high up in one of those trees, but you’d risk getting caught by Izuru,” She teased, lightly snickering behind her free hand as they made their way from the Tenth Division’s barracks.

“We could go out to one of the districts, maybe stop by a sweets shop…get a drink or two,” She offered as a suggestion, wiggling her hips in anticipation.

Renji just furrows his brows as he hears low snickering from nearby. “Ichimaru Taichou?” The other doesn’t offer an explanation but just walks on by continuing to snicker.

Rangiku had been allowing her pen to idly drag across the paperwork below it, leaving a trail of ink markings in small doodles and long wispy lines across the probably important report. Oops – that won’t go over too well with her taichou.

The soft rap-tap-tap against her window snaps her from her daydream, as she threw her glance over her shoulder to find Gin waving gleefully at her. She couldn’t help but smile as she stood, opening the window before propping both elbows on the window ledge, chin coming to rest comfortable in her cupped palms.

“I’d thought you’d never ask,” Rangiku cooed from her slight perch, throwing a glance behind her. Leaving through the office door ran the risk of running into any number of squad members, or worse – her taichou – who certainly wouldn’t approve of her ditching work, again.

Pushing the window slightly open more, she sat on the window still and turned, legs dangling over the edge before pushing off to make the little jump to the ground below to meet Gin.

“Let’s go before my taichou catches us.”

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 / 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠.

-713. scarred for life

asuka sits bolt-upright, one hand instinctively reaching for a blade but finding none. (what the fuck, where is he——right, rikū’s place. no knives in the bed.) his eyes catch the early-morning light in pale strands and he stares.

but they’re white-gold, not silver, and long instead of cropped. still, the sixth-seat can’t help but shudder at the lingering feeling of those piercing eyes staring through him. fucking ichimaru. the bastard’s been gone for months and he’s still finding ways to creep him the hell out.

purely out of instinct, asuka peers down to check for bruises where cold fingers had been and find none. it feels like he’s still covered in slime nonetheless and he kicks away the sheet covering himself and the third-seat to make for a shower.

“But...” Himawari hesitated, looking down at her feet nervously. Somethings didn’t add up this way, and during the day the two seemed to avoid being left alone together. It was difficult as well, being left alone with Captain Ichimaru. He wasn’t a bad person, but something about him was, unsettling.

Taiyaki! Sniffing the air upon his arrival into the office, he could tell that someone had left a basket of his favorite pastries on his desk. Peering into the basket, he sees that the confection is fox shaped, instead of the usual fish shaped. He immediately knows who these are from.