An ordinary day; dull and uneventful to say the least. Many people would have found this disappointing, but not him. The morning was all but already spent by the time captain returned to his office, a fresh stack of his lieutenants reports under his arm, a cup of tea in hand and the prospect of at least an hour of uninterrupted productivity (lets be optimistic here...). That is until he noticed a distinctive reiatsu lingering in his office which he pointedly decided to ignore completely as he shut the door behind him and headed towards his desk (noting that it was now rather empty - perhaps Renji had decided to take initiative and get some of the backlog paperwork that had been piling up done for once before he had to once again wade through terribly written mission reports and decline hundreds of pointless requisition orders. He would deal with that later.)
Setting down the tea he reached for a brush and absently dipped it into the ink well without a second thought only to have the entire pot attach itself to the brush as he tried to raise it. A blink and then his cold steel eyes narrowed in acute annoyance. Then, in painful slow motion, the ink well dropped off the brush, hit the desk and rolled splattering ink all over the previously unblemished reports. With an exasperated sigh, the brush was shot deftly across the room to bury itself in the wall, inches from where the serpent had been hiding.
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