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@curotsuchi
❝I'll admit that I wasn't imagining our long-awaited peacetime reunion to be in such circumstances, Mayuri-kun.❞ Kisuke didn't move his head at all when he sensed his former subordinate outside his room at the fourth, there was no reason to. He'd been blinded, and for all his princess' power and majesty, she couldn't sew him back together outside of their bankai.
❝You may enter.❞
Continued from here.
@curotsuchi said: "You're full of shit. Do not lie to me, Kisuke Urahara. This isn't a funny joke to me."
❝How insulting, Mayuri-kun. You worked under me for years, you know me, no? Ask yourself; what would I gain from deceiving you?❞ Urahara stares at the object of his affection his former colleague, a singular brow raised. For those that knew him, really knew him, he was obviously annoyed. Angry, even.
❝Though, based on your reaction, at least my feelings are returned, hm?❞
Headcanon:
Retsu worked closely with Mayuri to stabilize and essentially tie the spirits of two Golden Retrievers to herself, to act as therapy dogs during sessions with patients. Their names are Serotonin (female, "Sera") and Dopamine (male, "Dopi"). People are free to come see them with advance notice, and can lavish in the love of two fuzzy friends that are very happy to see you!
She thinks it's even more helpful after the Quincy war.
@curotsuchi
❝Tou-san. Tou---san. My hand came off, again…❞ Another day, another accident. A soft, monotone voice, distinctly male in nature, but with a subtle self-echo, sounds from behind Mayuri, after a knock on the door frame to his lab. He'd accidentally gotten it sliced off in a spar with the eleventh company, and had to do a ❛walk of shame❜ (as Ikkaku put it) back home, hand in hand, to get it fixed….again.
@curotsuchi replied to your post “ʘ‿ʘ //purely for the chaos. I am so sorry Shinji//”:
*winks, trying not to laugh*
" i think i just threw up a little. "
ʘ‿ʘ //purely for the chaos. I am so sorry Shinji//
@curotsuchi | send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive
" i dunno if i like this game anymore... "
“Being underestimated always works to my advantage, but sometimes I find it offensive. That often makes me violent” sentence thing I forgot to name
Momo is, often, the same way, but wants to be nothing like the likes of Mayuri Kurotsuchi. She's a monster. Renders people charcoal. He takes glee in torture. They are not the same.
He is one of the few spared her ire, certain he's implanted a device to rend her in half upon his displeasure, so she says, "We use what we must... take more pleasure in knowing their hubris is their doom."
searches his pockets and holds out a pretty blue lace agate.
Tesla stands there, curious, cautious. He's confused, looking down at the stone. It's pretty, surely, it reminds him of the color of water in his dreams, soft, rippling, foreign yet familiar...forgotten.
"...That's...a nice rock ya got there?"
