Birdbrain
Despite her attempts to get away, the tall male continued to lumber after her. Most boys tended to turn the other way (her reputation preceded her looks) when they saw her coming, but not Avirama. Ino would have been flattered had he actually called her some other nickname, but… that… She pressed her knuckles to her forehead when he started frowning.
What was he playing at? Ino pinned him with a wary look, but she did stop trying to get away from him and leaned against the wall. The kunoichi heard his plea and mulled it over in her head. Her hand was still throbbing from where she had unwittingly struck him and decided that it wasn’t such a terrible request.
In fact… it was quite a novel idea coming from an arrancar.
How many times had she tried to befriend Ulquiorra or Nnoitra, only to have a jug of water thrown over her head or be kicked down with horrible words? So here was an arrancar, who actually wanted to socialise and get along with humans. Perhaps, she should try and do one thing right this year.
“My name is Yamanaka Ino. I’m in class 3-A,” the florist introduced herself, still a little beguiled by the prospect of befriending this arrancar who she doubted had anything in common with her.
But still… he had wanted her help and she couldn’t possibly ignore him.
“What’s your name?”
Now things were going the way that he wanted. Making friends with the humans didn't seem to be too bad, especially if said human carried quite of an asset. Amber irises gazed down at her chest, though it wasn't long until they shifted back to her face. A pleasant face, although not at all beautiful to his standards. At least he could tell that her face was of a fighter one, and boy did he absolutely love that feature on a woman. However, a raise of an eyebrow ensued as she introduced himself. She was a year above him--or a grade above him since surely he was older than she. Despite the age gap, however, she looked to hold more intelligence than the Eagle.
"Redder Avirama, His Majesty, Baraggan Luisenbairn, also known as the Segunda Espada, fraccion. As for which class I belong to while I'm here...--Two something."
Never one to remember the most useless things in his life, the Eagle had let the information slipped from his mind. At least he remembered there was a 'Two' in it, otherwise he would just stare at her blankly.
"Not sure how the system works, but if you're a number three...--does that mean you're a grade higher? If you are, you shouldn't be. You're much too young to be old."
Wrong choice of words? Perhaps. No smart men would go around hinting that women look old, ever.
