❝ 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.
"You'd think?" He quirks a tattooed brow. "Who's this person yer basin' that hypothetical on?" He sucks his teeth, amber eyes pointedly avoiding those opposite. "They can make me work with ya, they can't make me like ya." Or make him respect him, or forgive him. Renji never thought of himself as someone that held grudges, but lo and behold..
