#jeans!

I ... I just ... I got nothin, dudes. I got nothin.

                     H e, in contrast to his lieutenant, wasn't much of an enthusiast when it came to inordinately saccharine gateaus similarly to the one the visitant woman had generously proffered in commemoration of his birthday additionally intertwined with the holidays. - He deemed them to be unsatisfactory to the palette as they generally arose and outstripped it with an unpleasant dryness. Hence onto why he much prefers to indulge in the palatability of cookies in the stead of said assortment amongst baking goods. ----  Momentarily wordless, he situated, eyeing the offering 'fore averting his attention wholly towards the other Shinigami. It was strangely peculiar, in truth, how perpetually her presence here had been - as if she had difficulty in remaining herself within her own dimension, her own profession’s department and it never dawns on him that he may be the reason why - unknowing of the actuality that there are individuals who genuinely accepted his character - who were not remotely terrified of his sharp-edged iciness. He relays the cake in hand -  too weary to carry his habitually pseudo- stringency that depicted him as churlishly objectionable. “ ......... You have my thanks, Labelle. “ If anything, he’ll give a piece to Rangiku, Faheem, and Aizen, and preserve the remainders for a few famished children in Rukongai. “ Was there anything else? “

jeans........