#silentnoble

It was at that time of night where the majority of the Seireitei should be sleeping, getting their much needed rest. The majority, that is, but the general populous of the Twelfth and a certain sugar filled Lieutenant.

Yachiru giggled, pink hair swishing in the breeze she created with her high speed, leaping from rooftop to rooftop until she reached her destination. Sneaking past the security was easy, given the amount of times she had done so. It only took a few minutes for her to navigate her way into the building, humming with delight before merrily skipping along the corridors.

After awhile it got rather boring, rearranging expensive ornaments and setting up trap like devices which would cause havoc when activated, so the pinkette opted to rummage around one of the pantries. Contrary to popular belief, said owner of this manor had more... Confectioneries than one would care to share.

Getting their was a piece of cake, and that's just what Yachiru reached for when she got there, gleefully giggling as she stuffed it into her mouth. Alas, the moment was short-lived as the door swung open, the female turning wide eyed towards the sudden source of light, crumbs covering her cheeks and lining her mouth. The silhouette was one she instantly recognised, and she relaxed, her sigh causing crumbs to spill everywhere before she spoke, voice air and cheery as usual.