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[narkissismos]

     @hajiike

     “Move.” The word, tutted as it was by the seireitei’s most infamously irate fifth seat, was accompanied by a non-too gentle shoulder check which most probably hadn’t really been intentional, but was, at the very least, enough to cause the taller shinigami to pause and take stock of whom he had almost accidentally knocked flat into the ground. 

     “Oh, Hinamori fukutaichou.” Well, that was to be expected then. The girl was tiny; of course he’d hardly seen her as he’d been pushing his way through the morning crowd. Regardless of the realisation that he’d almost bowled down a lieutenant, however, his expression remained unapologetic. “I didn’t see you there.” Still no apology. “Aren’t you supposed to be....” chasing your weirdly horse-faced captain around the seireitei? “....somewhere else at this time of day?”

[shadowstrand]

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Kyoko wasn’t sure how to go about something like this... sure, she had asked people to go have lunch with her before, but it wasn’t often that it was someone of a rank so much higher than her own. It didn’t help at all that she and Momo’s last interaction had been so... emotional.

When she found herself knocking on Momo’s window, she realized that maybe there were ways she could make this less weird. For example, coming in through the door like a normal person. But... it was a bit late for that. Maybe she could still run?

[vadigo-blog]

"I noticed you were eating bugs and uhh... maybe you'll like this better!" The girl handed the strange boy a small lacquered box filled with an assortment of homemade food, in hopes that maybe he'd get a taste for proper nourishment and steer away from insects and whatever else the poor boy decided was food.

     It smelt..... good. Warm and almost.....greasy, in a way, with other odd scents mingled into the aroma. It was curious enough that the arrancar turned his full attention towards it, the dragonfly he’d been clutching in his grasp quickly losing his interest and managing to escape the softening grip with a panicked wriggle and a somewhat shaky fluttering of iridescent wings. No, he had no mind to even track its escape with his eyes; he was currently too focused on the box being held out to him, his weight lurching forwards on his haunches to sniff at it curiously. 

[kingdomcollapsing]

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Jazz.

She like this “jazz”, the music was so very different to what she was used to but it sounded so… fun! The notes seemed to bounce and skip in chaotic symphony, filling the young woman with a giddiness with every note that encircled her. The music reminded her so much of her captain: smooth but deliriously disordered in a way that made complete sense - it was thrilling and mysterious all at once!

“I really like this music. How do you dance to jazz?” She beamed, swaying slightly to the rhythm.

     For a moment there the captain had almost been ready to defend his choice of music ( he’d spent a few too many decades among people who tended to loudly voice their opinions on both the genre and the volume of his music in the warehouse, after all ) so this was a nice little change of pace. At his lieutenant’s question, he allowed a corner of his lips to twitch upwards, long, nimble fingers moving to brush the gramophone’s needle back to the outer edge of the record, and the music began anew.

     “There ain’t really no right or wrong way t’dance to this sorta stuff, y’just gotta feel it. It’s all soul music, y’know?” 

[kingdomcollapsing]

Mistletoe

Send “Mistletoe Kiss” to catch my muse under the mistletoe || not accepting

     “It’s a human Christmas tradition.” He explained, answering the silent question he knew she was putting together in her mind as she stared upwards, brows slightly furrowed in confusion, at the little green and red plant sticky-taped to the top of the doorframe. He couldn’t blame her; had he not known the purpose of the foliage he too would have been wondering exactly why someone had seen fit to decorate the doorway with such a sparse dot of colour, and in such a tacky manner too. “When two people stand underneath it, they’re s’pposed t’kiss.” 

     And then, with his ( rather fleeting ) explanation for why he was about to do what he was going to do in place, the captain offered his lieutenant a boyish grin, leaned in, and planted a quick, chaste kiss to the young woman’s cheek. 

     “Merry Christmas, Momo-chan. Take th’rest of th’day off, yeah?” 

[kingdomcollapsing]

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     MOMO !!