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{ ℒɪᴛᴛʟᴇ Gᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ. } Tamotsu Kurosaki-Kuchiki. Son of Kurosaki Ichigo and Kuchiki Rukia. ʜᴀʟғ Hᴜᴍᴀɴ | ʜᴀʟғ Sᴏᴜʟ Rᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ.

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Tamotsu couldn't recall ever encountering so many people at one time in his young life, and it was quite intimidating. Normally, he was moderately accustomed to meeting others he hadn't before-- however, that had always been at the close side of his mother or father. He typically kept quiet, but the reassurance of one of his parents arms that secured around his tiny figure provided the toddler with enough confidence to perhaps flash a tiny smile or even a wave. 

But this was a different matter. He stood practically paralyzed, before the  several foreign, unfamiliar faces. Perhaps he could spot a familiar presence in the crowd if he looked hard enough. The boy's large, glassy cobalt eyes shone with anticipation as the fluttered over the others. 

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The distant sound of light footsteps patted gently through the vibrations of the interior walls. The world from little Tamotsu's eyes was still rather blurry, seeing as he had only awoke from his peaceful afternoon slumber moments prior. 

The toddler was sure that neither his mother nor his father were aware that nearly every day after being set down for a nap, rather than crying or making a fuss as most normal children of his age would, he remained quiet-- quiet enough to hoist himself gracefully out of his crib to discretely venture out into the manner. Perhaps climbing in and out of high place was a useful talent he had inherited from his mother, Rukia. Often times, he didn't make a peep; he didn't make a mess or break anything. He simply wandered, exploring all the different rooms and views of the scenic outdoors.

Today seemed like a particularly interesting day-- the thick balls of white fluff that cantered down the glass of his own bedroom window were building upon his window sill quickly, making way for a realm of white coverage across the extensive fields beyond the manner. It was peaceful, and perhaps one of the boy's favorite mid-naptime activities.