#dissectioniisms

[kigakurutta]

❀ ❝ I feel nothing at all, except for when I feel everything at once. ❞

Gin snickers at that. He always found the mention of feelings to be unremarkable. Especially when directed at him, of all people. For he never felt what most automatically did. ❝Am I ta understand that the daily unsystematic partial events that come yer way do not affect ya. Is it only the accumulation of multiple circumstance, that move ya one way or another?❞    

[keikakudori]

       ‘ --- few things are quite so foul as your laboratory, ‘ uttered the god as he gazed about himself. ‘ you should clean up your mess. ‘

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[godkilller]

❀ ❝ Is it time for tea yet? ❞

                  ❝ We’re waitin’ on a few more—- ❞ Arranging meetings among immature beasts, akin to a chessboard complaining at every move made (oh the impatience, impatience, impatience) settled as one of the roots for Gin’s dislike of the Arrancar. They’d boast of intelligence, of stealth or wit or strategy… but only one or two Espada proved themselves to be slightly more valuable than a pawn. Szayel was not one of them. Gin poured several cups of tea, fluid, practiced, as an unsettling calm whispered through his outward display of grace. 

                  ❝ I don’t think Aizen’s too happy with ya, still, y’know—-maybe you’ll redeem yourself’n this chat today if you’re extra nice… or jus’ bow your head an’ be quiet. ❞