There’s something in her gut telling her her word choices are actually rather trash, and rather than inquiring through sheer curiosity, it just seems like she’s on a mission to piss this woman off. But she’s not saying anything of it, nor reaction negatively so she couldn’t be doing that bad. Crazy how different this woman felt from other captains she’s spoken with/heart about/seen before. Polite and patient, calm and, not exactly demure but. Something of it. At least from what she’s seeing.
But from her words, she’s able to at least understand her, or even just the very idea of her, a little easier. Sure, her questions were probing her for answer but, curiosity did kill the cat…
❝ Hm. I guess I get it. Not in full, y’know, but y’know what I mean. More insightful, hearing it from you than from m’own brain. ❞ Her hands lift from her hips as her arms move to the usual shrugging pose, shoulders bouncing as she just plainly shrugged off her thoughts. Her arms go to cross under her chest, head tilting to the side as she looks into the woman’s almost empty like eyes. Had she been slightly weaker, she’d probably avoid eye contact, but even now that look in her eyes makes a shiver want to crawl up her spine.
❝ Yer an interesting woman, Unohana.. Can’t say I’ve met someone like you before so you’ll have ta excuse my interest. ❞ Candice’s eyes lower just a bit, scanning the woman’s face for even a centimeter of expression to really find. Nothing. Not a furrow in her brows, not a twitch of the eye, lips, nose, nothing. It was just those empty-ish eyes that gave her any sort of unease. ❝ But. ‘m not gonna hound ya ‘bout yer past, that’s just rude’a me. Plus… Th’fact that ‘m standin’ here and you haven’t even moved to grab yer Zanpakuto is clause enough fer me to chill. ❞
she can sense some sort of ‘ tense ‘ coming from the other’s direction, but this is the kind of situation she has grown used to through the many centuries of her long life. never truly bothered her, as she does fully understand the reasons as why someone feels cautious around her. all of them, justified.
unlike the person before the line of her vision, her limbs hardly move a muscle but her pale hands remain folded against her clothed stomach. call it an act of sheer confidence in her strength or arrogance, but she has yet to feel threatened.
at the sound of ‘ compliments ‘ though, the corner of her lips finally tug a ghost of a smile. is it an act of fear or admiration though ? she cannot tell, yet.
❝ why thank you for your kind words, miss. i ought to confess, most people would attempt to avoid talking about this part of my life than admire it like you seem to do. ❞ which is . . strange to say the least. her personality is not to be celebrated, not even by the shinigami of her generation, especially.
how can a quincy, of all people, call her interesting ?
so odd, she muses in brief silence.
❝ i do not see the point in drawing my blade. such would be the case if only you were to force me to, but i want to believe that my proficiency at binding kidō would be enough to handle . . a rough encounter with you. ❞
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