#luckymadarame

Unprompted asks ||| always accepting!

Renji frowned as he rubbed his shoulder, not because it hurt, but more out of habit, glaring a bit at his old team member.

"But ya are my senpai," he protests, shaking his head in disagreement with the other's request. "We might not be in the same division anymore, but still, when I first entered I was such a newbie and ya taught me so many things."

Ikkaku had been a big factor in his growth at the eleventh, and had been one of the best mentors. Teaching him fighting techniques, how to properly train for his bankai, kido (of course that did not go well), and also had given him advice on his situation with Rukia. And for all those things, he would always be grateful.

"Just because my official position is higher than yers now, doesn't mean anythin'... yer still my senpai in life and I have still so much t'learn from ya."

*squints x2*

He paused his training regime just to go to greet him. A tight embrace around Yumi's neck, smieking wide.

Posdata: he was drenched in sweat and blood.

"...Ikkaku. I just changed."

There was a displeased look on the beautiful man's face for just a second before he shook his head in defeat and returned the hug. What started as a frown did quickly turn into a smile and eventually even a small chuckle escaped Yumichika's lips before he spoke up again.

Not Ikkaku looking at @luckymadarame and being CONVINCED it's his Reigai because how can it not be, come on.

slapping his nape with his hand because yes

oh, it was that one soul reaper guy dude.

Birthday Peacock 2023!

"Cheers!" and the cups connect ever so slightly, making a little clinking noise. This was yet another cup of sake that Ikkaku insisted toasting over this evening which the beauty found to be quite amusing. Maybe this was a way of showing just how important the day of his birth was? Or maybe he was just being an idiot like always. Either way, Yumichika wasn't going to say no to raising cups with his best friend as many times as it would take for the guy to be satisfied.

"We'll need to get another bottle of sake soon if we keep downing these at this rate", the peacock chuckled before placing the drink at his lips and taking a sip. The warmth of the rice wine making it's way down to his stomach was a familiar sensation, but something he hadn't been divulging so thoroughly in it for quite some time. Work usually kept both of them busy; especially now that they rose in rank after the blood war with the quincies.

Wait a sec, is that a wrinkle in the corner of your eye?"

Birthday Peacock 2023!

"Why am I not surprised..." the words are muttered, the beauty speaking mostly to himself as he thinks about just how bad his best friend must be at budgeting. It's surprising that the guy even remembered the occasion though, seeing as Yumichika had given up on reminding the other about it every other day.

"Thanks for the wishes, but I'm not any wrinklier than I was this morning when I looked into the mirror. That's not how quickly wrinkles form, you ass", was the reply to Ikkaku's provoking statement, the feathery man trying his best to not feel insecure and get a mirror out of his pocket. If he continued reacting that way, next year he would definitely hear about imaginary wrinkles appearing yet again, so deciding to act as if the accusation didn't affect him was probably the wisest move.

The human world was...different. New. Interesting. Tesla often found himself wandering the streets walking or flying around to observe human life, and honestly? Cause trouble. He'd steal food and clothes and objects, anything that caught his eye, with little regard for the theft. Afterall, he was a Hollow, what could lowly humans do if they couldn't even see him commit his petty crimes?

What he did look out for was meddling Shinigami and their super-powered human friends, those that surely could see him and put an end to his fun.

Tesla waltzes above the street, walking on air to anything who could see him, arm full of stolen treats and simply tossing aside any wrapping or full snack he deemed uninteresting, right onto the road below. It's then that a particular spiritual energy catches his idle attention, the Arrancat halting in his tracks and looking down. This was stronger than the other pest-like souls that roamed below him like ants.