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"You have a job?"

Having somehow acquired her second costume just in the nick of time, Bambietta had precious little left herself after finally managing to get free of social obligations. She hurried back to her place to change!

It might perhaps have seemed ridiculous to some, going from the somewhat showy Sailor Mars cosplay to the comparatively conservative Raora Panthera, but it was the vibe that counted, and also what was under the layers... Plus, really, dressing like a Sailor Scout wasn't too different to how she normally dressed anyway! It would hardly be a surprise!

Only when she had everything ready did she use Shadow to deliver herself into Soifon's proximity!

It is why she so wounds his pride, when she is around. She buzzes and prances and strikes at his vulnerabilities. She sees through his iron shell, and with words that pierce like steel tipped arrows. It only infuriates him further that she surpasses him in raw Hakuda skill, it is only by his raw strength and speed that he contests her.

He sighs, deeply, his chest rising and falling as his head tilts backwards. Arms spread wide in the bench, he is exhausted. Physically and emotionally. He tries to not think about that damned woman, with her graceful lethality that seems to effortless or the natural beauty of her form-

His eyes open, his head shakes. 'God dammit.' The words ring in his head, looking around. As if anyone could possibly read his mind to know he thought that, or frankly cared.

Ever since that night, she has plagued his private moments. And it has become frustrating.

There is some part of him that wishes to find her, challenge her right now. Another part that wishes to extend a hand towards her, cusp her cheek, and say something profoundly idiotic. He was a fool like that, the worst type of man. But still, regardless, he wanted to find her.

If it was to fight her, or make a damned idiotic choice, was yet to be determined. Another broken nose would be worth it, he'd wager.

He'd only just wandered in to greet her, his lips still slightly parted in preparation, and she'd preempted him, arrested him entirely with that.

He stood, befuddled and bemused, droplets of water dripping slowly down his cheeks from his fringe, and down the back of his neck and spine from the tip of his ponytail, leaving a darkening splotch of almost-black on the back of his deep olive haori. Hands that had been poised to thrust forward in friendly reception were slowly stowed in his pockets, and his geta had ground to a halt.

"I... have, in fact... showered very recently," he answered slowly, as though presenting his case before a jury. "But I'd ask you not to take that as evidence that it's not happened before..." He paused to let that settle.

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❝ I’d trust you. Always. ❞

Since leaving the Academy, when prompted who was her best friend and who she enjoyed hanging around with when not training or keeping busy in her current squad; Mishil would say Soi Fon. They had both served Yoruichi faithfully and with unified loyalty, and admiration. In the centuries to pass, even with Mishil’s transfer, they still kept in touch. Mishil trains with her regularly, and when not discussing techniques the two banter on about whatever comes to mind. Mishil enjoys the time they spend together and insist they take a bike ride through Tokyo and food tour guide in the human world when they have a chance. - Bleach Verse.

°\ One of the kittens he'd been caring for in the garden of the Nanabantai had made him think of Soi Fon taicho when he'd found her. It was a small black kitten that he'd found all alone. The tiny void was now curled up in a pocket of his apron as he carried her to the Second, thinking of giving the captain the tiny creature.