@blooming5th
E xpeditiously and industriously thoroughgoing had the partly-threadbare bristles of a broom, sufficiently constructed of resilient grass and bamboo materials, been repetitiously sweeping, left, right, left, right, ‘gainst the multiple ligneous floorboards of a captain’s living quarters. - It’s entirety, approximately two and a halve compartment in scale for one who cares not for luxuriant possessions, had been evidently unattended for a lengthy, reprehensible, duration - collating dust among other filth in every nook and crevice - as if they were purposely ordained to torment its frustrated proprietor with elevating anxiousness. - Hinamori was on her way here, texted so twenty minutes ago - and thus had Hitsugaya, fraught with nervosity and incomprehensible anticipation - forthwith precipitated his physicality’s velocity to ultimately finalize a haste cleanup of his residence, a locality she had not visited since long-before the winter war began, as well as setting up his gaming console for the evening’s grand heart of entertainment; She had optimistically concurred on the notion of permitting him to privately educate her on how to aptly play video games, an self-indulging recreation he discloses not to anyone outside of Matsumoto, who wields no self-restraint when it came to the privacy of others, out of fear of procuring any lung piercing derisions from people he yearned naught but to receive acceptance. - Excitable palpitations, or perchance it was mental discharging trepidation, oscillated from his chest whilst his extremity was relieved of its detained commodity, locating it where it would not be effortlessly sighted by any likely itinerant eyes that may hold an innocuous childlike curiosity; interest ‘pon a dull lodge.
Everything will proceed forward sans flaw or errors, he reminds himself, whilst promptly re-adjusting the collar and sleeves of his Shihakusho.
