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@snugglytooth asked:

Blab, mwah, psst!

[[ meme: Confess! ]]

Blab: Three secrets they’re keeping.

"'Keeping'... that's an interesting word, isn't it? It suggests secrets aren't something one gives. But for you, I'll make an exception!" He leans in conspiratorially. "I don't have nearly as much of a sweet tooth as everyone thinks. But other than that—I've hardly kept any secrets from you, Hiyori-san!"

[[ Kisuke, I'm not sure that qualifies as a secret worth divulging, and you owe two more. So, this one's actually a bit tough, surprisingly, because there's so much we really don't know about him. And regarding what he knows, it's more a question of from whom he's keeping which secrets, since it's not so much that he withholds everything from everyone, but that he controls who knows what, and when. And so many scenarios he envisions may never unfold, it's not worth mentioning ones that don't, or what he's preparing just in case. ]]

Mwah: Three people they’d like to kiss.

He tugs on the brim of his hat, the slight increase in shadow failing to conceal entirely the slight flush he's certain must color his face. "Oh... you know, Hiyori-san, that I'll kiss anyone on a dare— or with strategic intent to disarm..." He has, after all, once kissed Grimmjow on the nose. "Hirako-san comes to mind," he teases. That would be easy and pleasant, and probably affect their friendship very little. He follows with light laughter, and changes the subject—perhaps she'll forget he owed her two more...

[[ He won't want me to divulge this, but he's always wanted to kiss Shunsui (@twoswordsonecaptain )... and to a lesser extent, Juushirou (@soulst1c3). Preferably in the same encounter. So I'll count those two as a unit, and give up the two others that pique his curiosity: Szayel (@lewdestconcubine​) and Megumi (@mirokusaki). ]]

Psst: Three things that they’ve always wanted to tell your character.

The vermilion bird has been flying for days and at the sight of an inviting branch on a smokey blue mountain, has decided would be a good place to perch for a while. She is drained from all the people that had called out to her, a plague had hit in the South wing again and so, she was naturally there as a guide/healer. It took a lot of strength offering so many mortals just drops of her life span to heal them. She is exhausted.

So naturally, being hurled rocks at her perch on the tree has her jumping in outrage and leave scorchmarks on the bark.

“What?! Who– who said this was yer tree? It ain’t got yer name on it anywhere! Are ya pickin' a fight, demon?"

“You as stupid as you look, birdy? You clearly know I’m a demon, yet yer the one pickin’ a fight.”

"Why are ya askin' me, yer senior, 'ta hold yer stuff? Why don't ya get some minions 'ta help ya out?" And yet, she's automatically reached for the specimens he's doling out and expertly re-arranging them in her little arms. She is surprisingly gentle with the delicate glassware, mindful of the long hours that has gone into collecting specific data.  Her voice might be full of complaints, but she is more helpful than she pretends to be.

“Thank you, senior officer. Also these.”

Akon hands over two more vials and a clipboard, barely making eye contact. His right hand is furiously scribbling on a small notepad still sitting on the desk as he delicately moves the arm of the small figure in front of him, electrical pulses showing on the monitor in front of them.

Grimmjow’s amused expression takes barely a second to flip flop into one of insult. Right. ‘Kay. There’s a fuckin’ lot to be mad about in there, but ultimately it’s still pretty fucking funny, and his teeth crack apart to accommodate his grin. Mostly cuz it’s real hard for him to feel demeaned when she barely comes up to his elbow.

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Nanao looks down at the rustling packet with suspicion. This is living world stuff and doesn't look of particularly high value. She adjusts her glasses, frowning. If this is supposed to be a bribe, then it's not exactly a good one.

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Rose looks up from his seat, surveying this interloper from over the top of his book. He doesn't complain. This is just how it works with Hiyori.

"My Izuru has been through a lot. Like many of my men, he's a sensitive soul at heart and sometimes the weight of every betrayel and hurt can overwhelm him. I encourage him to embrace it. I can think of a better way to encourage him to heal"

He oberves her searching, wanting to add, what did you do to him but thinking better of it. It's easier to focus on the magazine instead.

"Kisuke, what if ya went back 'ta bein' captain of the 12th? Mayuri'd be happy 'ta work under ya, y'know. He'll grumble about his superiority, but I know he'll be thrilled yer back. Even the other. The captains I mean. And the Gotei. Ya can take Ururu and Jinta back. I know they aren't really the ones that hold ya back." She's swinging her legs on the counter top now. Frowning. "What's really holdin' ya back?"

Immediately, he’s opened his mouth in protest, but he pauses, lips parted, as he hears her out. It’s the bit about Mayuri that’s done it. While laughable on its face that the present captain would welcome a demotion to serving beneath the former... but there’s a certain nostalgia for the Twelfth that’s never really left him, has it? Perhaps he made a clean break from the Second, but that was different. He’d never actually been reassigned...  But as she continues, the sentiment passes, and the romance wears a bit thin.

“I can’t believe someone as hardcore as me is working with a loser like you.”

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From his seat at their shared table Mayuri picked at a finger nail and rolled his eyes. "I see your tits still haven't grown in." He said, making an unattractive sound of disgust at the back of his throat. "What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have graffiti to write or--" He fanned his hand as if to come up with something. "Or old people to terrorize--whatever it is you do."