#well hellooo

❝ Keepin' an eye on me, are ya? I suppose that's fair -- but you'd think after th' whole Quincy situation you'd loosen up a lil, hm? Rest assured this ain't any long-con on my end, I'm done with those; I ain't here to hurt your friends. ❞ ( red!verse gin has spotted you. )

--- He wasn't hiding. Hiding would be cowardly. It was more along the lines of.. Surveilling from a distance. But, being called out as he is, he steps out from the shadows and nearer to the Third's captain. 'The whole Quincy situation', huh? It was true that battles and wars usually strengthened warriors' bonds. This is why he and Kurosaki had become vast friends. Why he and his captain were on such frankly unbelievably good terms, currently.. But Renji was not so inclined to give the former-traitor any slack in that regard. As quick as a spinning coin on its side could fall to one side or the other, so too could the one-armed man, in Renji's opinion.

But what did he know? Who'd listen to his complaints and protests? No one, as it turned out. Even if he held a position nearly as prestigious as the one the traitor had weaseled his way back into. Had the initial reinstatement of Ichimaru not taught him that already?

Perhaps he should give it a rest now that Izuru was.. Like that.. There were very few terrible things Ichimaru could do to his old friend now that would worsen his situation.

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Also how did you know I was your anon? Were my replies to fast?

Hello sorry for the late response PERIODS AND END SEMS ARE KILLING MEEE

Well you have always been so sweet and reblog all the time. I am always happy to see you on notifs. Btw I didn't know hehe but again for the heartfelt messages. I always think about them.

Dear @covered-byroses, 

I don’t know if you were planning on getting me something for Christmas, but if you were, I’d like this. Please and thank you. I asked Santa, but he said I’ve been too naughty this year and also “ew”. I didn’t know Santa was such a prude, but there ya go. 

20. My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.