#icecoldshihoin

[midnightactual]

[ Continuing with @ice-cold-shihoin ]

"Good news then, because it's not." It was something Yūno would hate even more if she knew the particulars! "But enough about that. It's a good thing you showed up, because I promised somebody I'd introduce you to them. Are you busy?"

[midnightactual]

@ice-cold-shihoin wrote:

“Uh oh…she’s got the Purple Sweats.”

"It turns out too much Dark Energon is bad for you. I feel... an irresistible urge... to wrestle! Come here!"

[ryusxnka-moved]

"My goodness, he fits in a trash can....LOOK, EVERYONE! CAPTAIN HITSUGAYA IS IN A TRASH CAN! LIKE GROUCHY OSCAR FROM THE STREET OF SESAME!" (ice-cold-shihoin 🙃)

@ice-cold-shihoin

      " Were you never taught how to proficiently ascertain the disparity between a Shinigami and their Gikongan, Shihoin? " Adolescent vocalizations abruptly resounds, with a tonality detailing exasperated indignation, from adjacently behind the woman's physicality. It goes without saying that this meddling individual still required intellectual teachings. - His brace of loosely veiled appendages, svelte in structure yet vigorous in sustainability, forthwith intersected thereafter whilst he sauntered by her boisterously tangible entirety.- When he had instructed King, a manufactured creation likewise Kon, to expeditiously abscond from the battlefield now subjugated, and hereby superseded, with congenial tranquility, he hadn't foreseen for them to stash their pseudo - anatomy within the vile interior of a garbage can of all things, little less for another to witness the uncharacteristic exhibition 'fore he could relocate his Gigai's position; how degrading. " If you're done with making a complete fool out of yourself ------ leave me to my work. "

[waspandr]

@ice-cold-shihoin said:

Yuuno yawns dramatically as she lazily droops her arms over Soifon's shoulders, her chin resting on top of her head. "You look..." she stopped before pausing to yawn for real this time. "...you look tired, oh Captain. My captain." she commented, referencing that line from Walt Whitman's poem.

For once, and at the behest of her Lieutenant, Soifon had found herself seated on the office couch with piles of papers stacked in rows on the table in front of her, a bureaucratic nightmare or cruel joke as she'd been so keenly made aware. Well over three-fourths of the day was wasted playing catch-up and filing tag between Omaeda, Yuuno, and herself with several papers still required her investigations.

"Tired is a word for it," Though there were far more venomous words she might've used instead. She flittered some sheets between palms, shuffling them between readings while Yuuno draped and clung to her.

"But, I don't think I'm in as precarious a state as you, Lady Yuuno. Should I move so you can use the couch for a nap?"

[glacialdeath]

@ice-cold-shihoin from here:

Yuuno had managed to break away from the stuffiness and haughty vibe of having to be with the rest of the nobles. Yuuno was much like her older sister with regards to nobility and the etiquette that should be practiced between nobles and "commoners". Although when needed, she can put on the appropriate front and vocabulary for when she does need to deal with other nobles. Her typically messy, lavender locks which she usually liked wearing freely and to her shoulders, were tied up into a high bun with some hairpins running through the bun. She was wearing an orange kimono with some streaks of light blue instead of her usual Shinigami uniform. She found a nearby tree to finally find shelter from the stuffiness of these irritating nobles and sighed as she leaned up against it. And then she sensed something. Her instincts kicked in as her hand flew up with some quickness that it almost seemed like her hand was always in that position as she snatched something out of the air that was descending towards her. A sandal? "What in the world..." she muttered to herself as she inspected it. She then heard a familiar voice. "Rukia?" she uttered as she saw the Kuchiki making her way towards her. Immediately she noticed Rukia was only partially barefoot. Well, that makes sense. The sandal must be hers. "Don't worry about it, Rukia. It's going to take more than a sandal to so much as touch one of us Shihoin." she replied with a chuckle as she handed the sandal back to her. "Finally exhausted of all these buttoned up, stuffed up fuddy duddies and their empty bragging?"

Having made her way over, Rukia grabs the sandal from the other, placing it back on her foot quickly, and ceasing her hobling on her foot. She balances herself properly upon two feet, her sock hiding the dabbles of dirt about the end of her feet beneath. Rukia can’t help but remark on the quick skills she had witnessed..“Your instincts sure are sharp, even in a place like this.  Hmm. I guess some instincts never fully sit still.“ But to be that alert even here, Rukia can’t help but wonder what kind of environment the shihouin must live in. “Do you ever drop your guard?”

She waves off such direct whining, turning humble, not quite comfortable as an adopted folk to comment fully on matters such as that, not that she doesn’t agree. “I just wanted some fresh air. It feels like a waste to just sit and chatter while I’m here. It’s good for thinking. I suppose you’re probably similar in that regard?”

It’s as her hand hovers over the fan in her sleeve while she tries to cross her arms that she has a thought and her curiosity piques as she tilts her head at Yuuno. “Hmm, I don’t suppose you have much experience with entertaining hobbies? Tea serving, dance, music... that sort of thing?”

[houseshihouin]

Continuing with @ice-cold-shihoin:

Taking the offered gift, Yōsuke's attention shifted from it to Yūno and back again periodically as she spoke. He was and had been many things, but oblivious was seldom one of them—he knew nerves when he saw them. And so he did his best to not make her more anxious by focusing entirely on her.

A little nod followed as she finished and he undid the wrapping with some care, setting it aside to momentarily inspect and open the box. His brows lifted slightly and he brought it up a little closer to more carefully inspect the cufflinks, soon lifting one to consider the workmanship more thoughtfully... albeit not for too long. It wasn't long before he carefully set it back with the other and smiled at his daughter.

"I can tell a lot of care was taken with these. They're elegantly made. I do actually own a suit, you know? Want to see what these look like with it?"

[midnightactual]

@ice-cold-shihoin asked:

"Want to spend New Year's with Yuushiro and me? We're watching the Back To The Future films."

The truth was that the day mattered far more to Yoruichi as her own birthday than it did as New Year's, and she knew where she wanted to enjoy it and how. Spending six hours with Marty McFly and Doc Brown wasn't part of that equation. Spending it with Yūno and Yūshirō... Kūkaku wouldn't rebuke her for declining, but she knew her wife would advise her to go. And... She exhaled.

"Kūkaku hasn't seen those either, so if she can come, we can stay through I and II?" she offered. Two-thirds was fair, right? And III wasn't that great anyway...

[waspandr]

@ice-cold-shihoin​ asked:

"Want to spend New Year's with me? There's movies and snacks." 

Soifon blinked.

"It would be better than Omaeda's plans to drag me into his families celebrations," Truth be, anything would be better than being around her Lieutenant and his... ostentatious family for an entire eve, but few could be as easily excused.

"Sounds like you've already a place and plan in mind too, Lady Yuuno. Care to fill me in?"