“ it’s been awhile. “
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" --- It has, hasn't it? "
A repetitious interchange of words, often imparted 'tween the two ethereal militants of disparate worlds, that'll never wither and dissolve evermore into powdered annoyance. -------- Hearing from her, no matter the quantity of enunciated words, the diminutive lengths of their sentences, or the initiated gesticulating actions distributed, wanes disquieting thoughts not so evident affiliated to the latter's present condition in the existent plane; had she been one of the dead or the living, naught but her voice, her familiar presence could, in concrete terms, affirm such questions with answers sought-after. --- Hitsugaya was not an adolescent who remotely portrayed, displayed alike a banner for all to perceive, his sentiments outward, but even so, he looked out for those he’s iced onto his heart as acquaintances. Albeit Lightning has demonstrated plentiful of times that she was not so effortless to shackle ‘gainst the ground of defeat. He peers up at her fair visage, his own clad in momentary stolidity, whilst appendages raised suitably enough to intersect ‘gainst his torso. “ - How much time has passed? There’s a wrinkle on your forehead that is greeting me, unlike the last time we had conversed. “ a mere tease to mitigate the atmosphere into an unseen hide of geniality.