Getting back from a mission was either troubling to the redhead or it was the greatest. Despite that there was usually some paperwork waiting for him (plus what would be needed for this last mission) there were times when said paperwork was little so he had some time to relax before submitting his report.
One would think that the material world would allow him some form of freedom from his normal duties but that wasn't the case. He found it almost as stressful as being back in the Seireite. Namely for the place that he lodged at while there. Urahara sure knew how to make a man feel guilty for simply sleeping. He was always roped into doing chores for said man and the little devils that lived with him.
That aside, this was one of those times that coming back allowed him a short moment of freedom. To actually sit and relax before diving into the awaiting ink stains that would find place on his hands as he hunched over a desk for hours. Currently, he was simply sitting out back the barracks, enjoying the silence that came with it. Unlike the eleventh division, things around the sixth got to be pretty quiet and while Renji missed the noise on occasion, he liked the way things were around here.
He'd only been sitting for a couple moments before he heard footsteps, glancing up at whomever it was from his sitting position. Partly curiosity and the wonder if said person had come for him. Maybe he should have submitted that report before taking a break.
