She’s eerily quiet, and had he any sort of capability to feel pressured– he surely would’ve.
Yet, he said nothing regarding it. He knew that, at times, the Seireitei welcomed those that would be deemed as anomalies. It is, simply put, no longer his responsibility to tend to and care for those that are labelled as sure unless they were designed for the Twelfth Division. For the time being, Mayuri is still quite uncertain whether he should be appreciative of Jynx’s existence or not. She’s, by no means, an unwelcome asset, but there have been plenty a time where even he was unaware of her motives.
(does she even have a purpose? does she serve one?)
“Four o’clock with having twenty-seven minutes passed, I understand,” he stated seconds after her, eyes blinking off to the right before returning back to her gaze. “That’s early,” he went on, knowing completely that that was stating the obvious yet chose to push it anyway. “I can safely assume that you didn’t sleep for long then.”
(sleep is… what is it to her? it’s more-so a time waster, isn’t it?)
Mayuri’s fingers stopped in their tracks, no longer deeming this worthy of being recorded. This provided a moment of privacy, perhaps– one thing that those within the barracks hardly could expect nowadays. Jynx, on the other hand… he was curious if she were even aware of such a concept. As if to emphasize the sudden drop of importance, his attention upon her appears lighter and distant.
“Right, anyway. Onto the elephant in the room, if you will.”
“Just why are you wandering about?”
Jynx blinks wide eyes at the question. She has to consider it, slants her head slightly - a lock of white hair brushes against her cheek, always wild and unruly atop her head. Three - no - two seconds pass maybe before she answers, a second too long in her opinion, “Jun Ren is busy.” Her voice is soft, impassive, “I was looking for Akon.”
“But then I remembered...he said he would be out today. He’s comparing a few spiritual matter samples to the parallel spots in the Human World.” She’d wanted to go with him, but there were only a limited amount of times she could leave the Division, “I hope he comes back soon.” Jynx says this mainly to herself, voice barely above a whisper now.
Sidetracked, nonetheless. She looks back towards Kurotsuchi, her eyes never did really leave him, though her expression becomes more wistful than blank, like before, “Did you need anything from me, Kurotsuchi-taichou?”
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