the other's expression catches the young boy's attention, large bright eyes growing with awe. "you're like a kitsune!" kazui utters, trotting side by side with the man. "what's your name, jiisan?"
JIISAN.
JIISAN.
Jiisan...
HE WAS GOING TO NEED A MOMENT TO RECOVER FROM THAT. No one was allowed to talk to him, Gin needed to crawl onto the floor and have his little crisis in some peace and quiet. Jiisan. Gin slowly crumbled down from his hobbled crawl, allowing himself to lay face-down on the floor... a muffled, pathetically weak voice sounding off from the distance he created via his slow descent and subsequent collapse...
❝ I... I'm one of th' y-youngest captains, y'know... ❞
A mournful pause. Another mumble, reluctant, which sounded slightly like 'Ichimaru Gin... nice to meetcha...' but no one could know for sure, it kind of sounded like a sob.
