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Is excited to meet this person his sister has told him about. Waits patiently to meet her. Wonders if this is the place his sister instructed him to go to. Stares at the nearby trees to occupy himself.
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Is ready, willing, and able to defend her imouto-chan.
"You’re leaving out cookies and milk to encourage an old fat man to break into our house?" ((it spoke to me.))
"Yes. He leaves presents so it’s worth it." Perhaps doing the Santa thing with her wasn’t the best idea. Somehow is not regretting it regardless.
Yet another shinigami. And yet again, it was one she had absolutely no interest in. Maybe she could distract herself for a bit.
"Guten Abend, shinigami."
Embarrassment shown on her features. "I-I don't know how to cloak m-my reiatsu..." And the burning would only happen when it came time to kill her. Her eyes closed. "I-it doesn't matter. It's b-been a long long time since I s-showed my face around a-any world so..."
"Hn. And I thought it was just King." He muttered lowly, to himself mostly. Ichigo was human, so it kind of made sense (though Shiro would always call him a failure for it, out of spite if nothing else) but he hadn’t realized it was actually possible to just not know how to do that. He shrugged it off, "Well, think of it this way; if you don’t know where ya are, how’s anyone else gonna know? Maybe they ain’t even lookin’ for ya anymore."
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"I-I can't be found..." She mumbled silently. "...I c-can't remember why...but I c-can't let them f-find me." By them she meant shinigami. Then again she had been asleep so long, it probably didn't matter. Her hand dropped to her side and she looked around again.
"You can cloak your reiatsu, right? S’not a hard lil trick," Shiro pointed out, "but unless whoever’s lookin’ for ya chances upon ya in person, it makes it pretty damn hard to seek ya out. B’sides, if ya can burn me, ya can burn whoever’s after ya."
"Shiro...I-I'm Chou nice to m-meet you." So they had come to a truce, now all she hoped was the idiot hollows that ran around didn't bother her. Her bandaged hand moved up to fix her glasses before turning to look around. "Next thing I-I need to f-figure out is w-where the hell we a-are." The place wasn't familiar at all. Not only that but Yami no Mizu wasn't speaking to her still. She glanced at her bandaged hand. Yeah it was silent. Her zanpakuto either was still asleep or just ignoring her.
The hollow tilted his head slightly, taking note of the glance she sent towards her apparent injury. Perhaps it was a painful one? But it was, again, none of his concern. He was curious about one thing however, “Why’s it matter where ya are?”
Well if he was going to be so blunt... "T-thank you. I'd rather n-not have to d-deal with you b-burning your fingers right down t-to bone." She scuffed quietly. She wasn't planning on pointing anything sharp at him. Unless provoked of course. She wasn't going to tell him why. No it'd be more fun not to. Besides with how strong he looked he might be able to neutralize the acidic blood rushing through her veins.
Shiro flexed his fingers at his sides, “Yeah, don’t think I’d mind avoidin’ that either.” He didn’t damage so easily, but if she could do what she hinted at, he was quite alright with leaving well enough alone. She’d even thanked him. How polite. “So it’s agreed. No sharp things, no missin’ fingers and no turnin’ each other inside out.” He subconsciously cracked the knuckles of his sword hand. Yeah, he’d like to keep those…
"Name’s Shiro, by the way." He introduced finally, seeing as it’d been established that they weren’t necessarily enemies.
