#pibrequirem

“ Unless you have. . . .what do they call it now, Diabetes? Then you should be fine. If I had wanted you to die from my treats you wouldn’t be speaking to me now. Either choking on your own saliva or foaming at the mouth. “ A soft chuckle came from him at those they had poisoned. 

@pibrequirem​ asked:

"I am seeking the aid of wise man. I got ask ya....how do you find truth? How do you find out who you really are?"

"Well, I do know a few ways," responded the shopkeeper casually, leaning upon the handle of his shikomizue like the wise old man that he was.

"They did issue a you a zanpakutō when you enlisted, didn't they?"

Suddenly, his cane no longer bore his weight, but with a quick flick of the wrist leapt upward to be gripped in a casual clutch at his ribs.

@pibrequirem​ said: 

“Ooo right. I am Jovanni. Jovanni Joestar. I am dude that turned into cactus that one time.” He explained. “I am kind of....newbie soul reaper I guess? and I am currently on quest for enlightenment....I went inside my inner world...that shit was wild so I was just wondering if that common thing or not.”

               “ The...cactus...dude? ” It didn’t take long for the lightbulb to flick on. Shinji briefly recoiled, making an annoyed face. “ So yer the guy who kept shootin’ me that last time, what a prick- ” Shinji also quickly stopped, because he remembered what made the guy so frickin’ mad. What was his problem with puns, anyway?