A fantastic start of the evening, and the fox-faced shinigami was moving along into the ball with his mischievous smile showing the intent he may as well have. Trying along a different suit just recently obtained through one of his top favorite shops, Gin felt a little pride in showing off the new look along with being a sort of walking advertisement. Why not considering he rather enjoyed some of the people that worked there. A hand ducked into a pocket, he must admit he felt a little odd not being able to hide his hands away in overly large sleeves.
Speaking of attires, his eyes caught sight of vibrant red clothed along another. A woman that seemed to have no shame in showing off her body and skin, Gin had to admit he was oddly impressed with such attire for this time of year. There were some that could handle the cold, some that can’t, and a select few that may as well be inhuman with their tolerances. He could also admit there was something about the color red and blonde hair that seemed to go together so very well. Enough of his sight-seeing. Be awfully rude not to introduce himself.
He made his move, approaching the other with a hand extended out. The smile remained and slitted eyes remaining on her. A friendly gesture followed with the introduction, “Good evenin’, M’lady. I couldn’t help but notice ya by yer lonesome. Be awfully rude t’ just leave someone ignored.” Granted, his reasoning was far more than anything like that. He was looking for his source of entertainment, and he was certain she could bring something to the table. He had a good sense of judgement, and he believed she would be perfect.
“Ichimaru Gin... At yer service.”
@gaapu
