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SEND ❓+ A QUESTION AND MY MUSE HAS NO CHOICE BUT TO ANSWER TRUTHFULLY / ACCEPTING      ↳ @shinreikaimon​​:  ?+ why does shutara want to throw vi in baby jail

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃," Shutara began, not deigning to lift her eyes from her work. “I have no desire to see her confined to the nest.” The years, if nothing else, instilled a begrudging endearment toward Vi, not unlike that for a troublesome stray. She’d never served under her, never truly been her concern, yet their paths crossed often enough to build a familiarity; even friendship, if the two could call it that. But Shutara was never one to lose the tapestry for the threads. “I simply see the inevitable.” 

“She only listens to one person…and the only other one that ever knew how to discipline her refuses to hold the leash. Vi will continue to push, as she is so fond of doing,” she mused, tying off a silken thread with the practiced dexterity of two artificial hands as a third fetched the scissors. The excess string was cut short with one single, decisive cut. “And one day, it will be an inch too far.”

          “You never learn.”  Minazuki is held aloft in her grasp,  the tip faintly pressed into the dirt beneath their feet.  How many times was this now that they had preformed this  danse macabre ?  And how many ways but one did it end?  Yachiru keeps her gaze fixated upon the young woman,  her stance inviting of what she would do next.  Perhaps there was some sort of thrill for Vi each time they crossed blades but for her it was mundane,  repetitive...  the same.

          That did not mean she wouldn’t participate.

@shinreikaimon​​ said:  ‘ when I was five, I burned my hand on the stove my mother never warned me not to touch ‘ aya, only she's being literal and trying to teach orihime how to cook and the many dangers of the kitchen

          "Ah!  Honoka-chan!”  Jushiro has little time to react,  arms taking in the gifts as she hands them to him.  He’s all smiles as he appreciates her gifts,  dipping his head to breathe in the fresh smell of flowers.  The koi plush is cute too,  as she’s described,  and soft to the touch as it meets his hand when she offers that out as well for him to take.  How thoughtful she is,  even with the small slight given at his love of sweets.

          “These are lovely.”  He beams,  ushering her further into his division.  He’ll have to find a place to put the flowers,  certain that he’s got spare vases around somewhere.  The gift of flowers wasn’t entirely uncommon to the man after all.  The plush however would take more thought before he decided it’s official place.  Perhaps in his office,  to bring the warmth he feels having received it.  Or perhaps in his room,  where it will be cherished and safe.

          “Thank you,  Honoka-chan.”  Jushiro adds,  pausing a moment to lean down and capture her lips in a soft kiss.  It’s bold of him.  He’s not typically one to pursue such an action on such a spur of the moment but how could he not want to right now?  Besides,  with his arms occupied he couldn’t very well pull her in for a hug.  The flowers ruffle between them when he pulls back,  another smile gracing his features.  

          Holiday’s were stupid,  and a waste of time.  At least that’s what Bazz had thought for as long as he could remember.  What was the point?  He didn’t get along with anyone well enough to expend the energy of gift giving,  he didn’t feel anyone was worth it...  Which had been the case until he had met Benny.  In the beginning it had been the same for her too.  They weren’t anything more than a casual fling,  both of them seeking some mild reprieve in the other.  Yet as time had gone on,  that sentiment changed.

          Benny had worked her way in and though for the longest time Bazz had chalked it up to her ability,  he knew now that it wasn’t.  He thought about her when she wasn’t around.  He thought about the softness of her skin,  the silk of her hair...  the way when she smiled the apples of her cheeks lifted and flushed a dusty pink.  He noticed the smaller things.  How her nose scrunched up when she was upset,  how her lips pouted when she was sad.  Sometimes,  Bazz thought,  he had come to know her better than he knew himself.

          Which was how he had gone about planning this Valentine’s Day.  Not only did he know she would want to be spoiled,  he knew how important the concept was.  Had she been anyone else he would have scoffed at the notion of a day all about ‘love’.  Perhaps a small part of him still did,  lingering bitterness that would only be quelled sometime in the distance future.  For her he would try though.  Only for her.

          “What’s that look for?”  He asked,  unable to entirely hide the smallest of smug grins trying its best to grow at the corner of his mouth.  Bazz keeps his distance,  despite everything in him urging him to move forward  -  to close the gap.  He doesn’t want to fall under her spell just yet,  all he needed was a bit more time before he’d allow himself to fall into her.

          “C’mon,  Benny.  I’ve got somethin’ for you if you’re not just gonna stand there all day.”  Bazz adds,  ushering her to follow him to the familiar path of her room.  It had been tricky to get inside without her noticing but thankfully Bambietta had claimed some of her time away from this area.  Enough of it that he’d been able to do what he’d needed to.

          They reach her room not too long after and Bazz gives her a wide grin,  gloved hand grasping the handle and twisting it.  “Close your eyes,  no argument.”

          Inside was a sight to behold,  red,  white and pink roses scattered about the room;  some in vases and others simply as pools of petals.  There are other items too,  a small table with a few wrapped gifts.  Ruby earrings inlaid in white gold,  an assortment of sweets and a new set of baby pink lingerie  ( which arguably was mostly for him ).

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          “Why?  Someone interested?”  He does have someone he’s interested in romantically,  despite the fact that Bazzard Black had never thought himself a man capable of that for a long time.  Scorched and scorned,  who would have wanted that from him anyway?  Of course his ego countered otherwise,  anyone would be lucky to have him...  but the man behind the ego was a little more fragile than even he was aware of.  

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          “How did I feel...?”  Wasn’t the more pressing concern how Eri felt during that time?  He could only imagine,  no,  he knew how it felt.  Honoka...  Eri and he were kindred spirits in this regard but there we differences still.  Where Eri had shut down,  Jushiro had not been allowed.  Of course there were times in which his despair slipped through,  where both Eri and Shunsui had to pull him from his stupor   -   Eri had lost so much more though.  Her fiancé had died and Yama-ji had been far from understanding...  or perhaps it could be better said that he understood too well in some ways.  

          The old mans methods had always been harsh but effective in the long run.  It had taken him a long time to understand that though,  or to consider he had been doing what he felt was best for his daughter at the time.  Jushiro could perhaps even say that he resented Yama-ji during that time to some degree,  a guilt now he was still learning to let go of.