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"…See for yourself."

∇| "--!"

"…I managed to get some damn paperwork done, would you mind delivering some of it to the other squads while I try to finish the rest.”

∇| "...You actually did some paperwork? I suppose I could... Are you sure you didn't just hastily burn through a small portion, paying little-to-no attention?"

"…A knock on the door is usually sufficient in getting my attention."

∇|  Resisting the urge to sass him any further. "Was there something you needed, Starrk Taichou?"

"….Be louder next time."

∇| "Perhaps you should be more attentive... I prefer to keep my voice at an inside level--surely you know this."

"….And you didn’t say anything?"

∇| "I did, but you just kept going."

Pained wailing.

∇| "--I've been standing here for ten minutes now."

— Mark Helprin

"Who are you."

∇| More of a disturbance than anything, the tan-skinned shinigami narrows her eyes and gives a hard stare towards the Quincy. "You must not know anything about personal space." Her words included a couple steps back, to emphasize, before she continues. "Tier Harribel, Third Division, Unseated. Who are you?" Her tone implies irritation, and he isn't the source of it.