"Shirayuki, you haven't seen my art pad by chance have you?" Sweat was bucketing from the Shinagami.
A bizarre question paired with an even stranger display of expression. “If I had, you know I would have returned it to you-- or do you expect a thief of humble me?”
But still, it wasn’t like the other to just lose, it was something that her master kept on her almost as often as she kept Shirayuki’s blade with her. “If it has you so worried Rukia-sama, can’t you just get a new one?”














