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this blog is on permanent hiatus. it’s not that i don’t have the muse, but i don’t have a lot of obligations or interest here. i’ll come online when asked or when/if someone would like to plot with me. basically he’s just here for me if i get the urge to come on or what have you.
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Yasutora wonders if the battle he had with Captain Kyoraku ever lingers in his mind ( perhaps not; it was a short battle in retrospect ), as it certainly lurked in the back of his own thoughts. It was a reminder in a cruel and simultaneously kind sense that he was human, he was not an unwavering iron wall, his fists became more like hands than gauntlets that day. It was also a reminder that he had to still become stronger, for Ichigo, he told himself. If he could not stand tall at his best friend’s back, then what kind of man was he?
He nods to the Captain in respect, standing tall before him. “It’s an honor to stand beside you as an ally, Captain.”
izuru-ru.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “I didn’t expect to have to stay more than one afternoon, but it seems this hollow has chosen to be elusive.” He made a distinct effort not to ask Yasutora outright if he had a spare bed.
A hum meets the lieutenant’s explanation, followed by a brief nod from Yasutora. There is little he knows about the man before him, only vague information and a name he heard from the ninth squad lieutenant, but Sado is also a very patient man with little qualms in life.
“Alright,” he answers, “You’re welcome to stay. If you need assistance tracking down the hollow, I can help as well.”
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I endure.
E. Lockhart, from We Were Liars (via the-final-sentence)
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Briefly, Yasutora bows his head to the soul reaper before him, out of respect and also politeness, as he is only vaguely familiar with the man before him. Though he is unsure why Yumichika would seek him out; could he be interested in learning to play the guitar as well? Ultimately, Yasutora doubts that thought.
“Is there anything I can help you with?”
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“So, you need a place to stay while you’re here in the the world of the living?”
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“Renji?”
Yasutora did not expect to see Renji in the world of the living, especially not in his gigai... with his arms full of heavy looking bags, too. “Do you.. do you want some help with those?” he asks, assuming that the bags were some kind of errand Urahara had loaded onto the lieutenant.
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【 ♞ 】— If it had been anyone else, Ichigo would have waited to step forward and examine their phone, though since it was Chad, Ichigo didn’t hesitate to peer over the fellow teenagers shoulder. The Daiko raised himself onto the tips of his toes, toffee hues trained on the humble device held within large hands.
Ichigo grunted at his companions quiet response, too eager to see who would be available to play in the new game to be bothered to reply. He took the phone into his own hands when offered to scroll through the roster, expression lighting up at the sight of Miguel’s name, grin stretching across his features.
【 ♞ 】— “Nicee!” Ichigo hummed, continuing to read the names listed. He snorted to himself when he registered what Chad had mumbled, remembering the last time he’d brawled with Tatsuki. “Oh yeah, Tats’ is the reason I even started playin’ Tekken. She’s so competitive though, so unless you wanna lose on purpose to avoid her grillin’ you I’d say you just stick to not playin’ with her.”
There is a rhythm and a rhyme to the flow of their friendship; it comes naturally at this point, the gentle endless movement of a stream as they curve into one another’s habits. As Ichigo raises himself up, Yasutora lowers his hand so as to meet the other’s movement. When Ichigo takes his phone, his gaze pulls away from it, instead focusing on his companion’s reaction.
The same passivity rules over Yasutora, perhaps a habit or simply by his easy-going nature, either could be the case. Quietly, he watches Ichigo scroll through the list, hands returning to his pockets as he notices the smile slowly spread over his lips. It pulls one from the Fullbringer as well, as his friends’ joy tended to be his own, too.
“Ah, I see...” he says, “I’m not surprised she’s so competitive, though,” he adds, somewhat absentmindedly. Yasutora’s case was similar, though, having started playing because of Ichigo’s interest in it when they were teenagers. Rarely did he seek out these forms of entertainment on his own, admittedly; he was content with simpler and quieter past times. In the end, he agrees with Ichigo’s advice to not play with their headstrong companion, especially considering he wasn’t competitive by any means.
