#icecoldshihoin

[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!"

[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?"

[uraharashouten]

@ice-cold-shihoin asked:

"Heh....glad to see she didn't kill you after all." (To Kisuke from ice-cold-shihoin)

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Kisuke blinked blearily against the glare of artificial sky from his supine position in the dust, the scent of singe and char filling his nostrils. He swallowed painfully against the burning sensation in the back of his throat, and winced as he drew himself up on his elbows.

"You wouldn't know it, but she does pull her punches..." A hand rose to rub grit from his eye. "I suppose she's found a reason to keep me around after all."

"I sincerely hope that proved a fruitful demonstration, and that you were paying careful attention." He grunted, shifting slightly, and smiled weakly up at Yuuno. "—Do you plan to render medical aid, or would you prefer simply to gloat?"

[crashingheavens]

@ice-cold-shihoin​

"Sooooooooo, ummm, you and my Sister are a thing?"

"Heheh," Kukaku sheepishly chuckled. Once she got it all out, she puffed her chest up some in just a fit of delight as that beaming grin spread further across her visage, "By some stroke of luck, it sure seems that way,"

"Hm, but why ask me? Wouldn't ya rather hear it from your sister first?" She questioned, letting it sink in for a moment before she raised a haughty brow and turned to a more teasing tone, "You aren't gonna stand there and tell me you wanted to confess too, are ya?"

[midnightactual]

@ice-cold-shihoin liked for Christmas Stuff:

"I told you to bring a swimsuit because we've got a jacuzzi and it's a lot more pleasant than a sauna." There was a skylight above the pool atrium and the air was quite a cozy temperature. Yoruichi passed Yūno a waterproofed Christmas hat. "You did bring one, right?"

[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?"

[midnightactual]

@ice-cold-shihoin asked:

"I need ideas. What can I give Kukaku for Christmas?"

"If you're only getting her something purely out of obligation, she'll be able to tell in a heartbeat, you know? Same if I just told you something she'd like. Among others, she enjoys things that explode jovially, and plants. So think along those lines. Maybe some nose cone lathes, or a succulent."

[midnightactual]

@ice-cold-shihoin asked:

*Yuuno tries to sneak up behind her, masking her spiritual energy completely, to tickle HER older sister for once. Or so she thinks...*

Most Shinigami relied more on reikaku than their regular senses, shifting their focus to it almost entirely during high-stress situations and combat.

Yoruichi was not most Shinigami.

120 years on Earth with exceedingly few reasons to rely on such a thing had attuned her senses to a far more exacting degree than any training program in Soul Society ever might have. Whether it was due to scent, taste, hearing, vibrations, something as esoteric as micro-changes in air density, or something as unlikely as a transcendent sibling bond, she knew Yūno was there.

She didn’t really do anything about it, carrying on with her business until those eager hands were near her ribs and about do press into her armpits. Then, all at once, she simultaneously brought her arms down and leaned back, trapping her little sister’s wrists against her sides while she crossed her forearms under her chest. Finally, she clasped Yūno’s hands in her own, leaving her stuck in a kind of awkward embrace from behind.

“Aww, a hug out of nowhere? What’s the occasion? It’s not like you to be so affectionate.”