@bleach-menagerie — [ cont. ]
Cheeky lil bastard. “Yeah, alright,” Kokutō retaliated with a scoff and a double positive, no affirmation and all abrasive since all he’s gotten in response was no clarity and all cheek. — Eye for an eye, yeah? Szayelaporro’s more than eager to let the whole world go blind anyway, with that cheap attempt to clear things up, but Kokutō’s no stranger to shooting in the dark. “Stop playin’ coy already.” He’s always repeating that simple request, ain’t he? Like crawling his way out of a lava pit, clawing at whatever he could reach and grabbing onto it in hopes that it’ll stick instead of crumbling at his touch, clenching his jaw and repeating it over and over again. It’s an endless cycle. Talking to Szayelaporro felt like pulling teeth sometimes. “What if it was permanent, hah? What’ll you do then?” It’s a wonder why he’s even asking him all these stupid questions, but he’s already coming back every time like a dumbass in the dark, and these were just hypotheticals. Conversation, like Szayelaporro said he liked. The dangerous kind, like he knew Szayelaporro liked. Nothing selfish about it, yeah? “Are you still gonna kill me knowin’ I ain’t comin’ back after?”


















