âHitsugaya-kun, have you seen the plate of dumplings I left for Rangiku-san? I'm sure I put them on her desk...â
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      U tilizing teeth forthwith ceases in their mid-chewing. -- A precipitous revelation struck him like a rampaging lash of lightning the instant Hinamori unpredictably sprung up within his office, wholly perplexed and uncertain, inquiring about Dumplings she had momentarily left behind atop his lieutenant's desk. ------ The very plate of portion he's greedily indulged himself in 'pon entering, a subsequent proceeding to a wearisome meeting's dismissal, unbeknownst that they were distributed firsthand by his childhood friend. - Boyish countenance sours whilst he conveys his attention to the door, feigning ignorance. â Nothing was there when I came in a while ago. - Who knows where they could have gone. â He answers with his habitual quality of conspicuous indifference, swallowing the last morsel he had stored in his mouth as covertly as possible; coughs.Â











