Mr. Abarai, try not to move much *a light pitter patter settles down on your shoulders paired with a soft whine*
Very good, farewell good fellow *The mysterious sound of dress shoes echoes into silence as you're left wondering who the fuck that was*
*you feel a tail smack against the back of your head as you realize a little puppy with curly fur has been placed on your shoulders. The little cutie starts licking your face in delight*
At the sudden touch, he freezes up, all of his senses telling him to attack. The stranger’s voice wasn’t familiar - he knew and recognized all of his friend’s voices - he had no reason to believe that this person here meant well.
His hand quickly whips to his blade, turning around, but alas the mysterious person is already gone and in its stead, a puppy rests on his shoulder. Confusion settling in, Renji picks up the small pup so that he could get a better look at it.
It is awfully cute, what with its curly brown fur and its wagging tail. Not one to be careless though, Renji thoroughly checks the small animal for any trace or clue as to where it might have come from.
Finding nothing, he relaxes, allowing the tension to slide off from his body some and pets the small dog. Well, guess he gained a new pet today.
