@jigokude - ✖.
It was funny-- seeing them all squirm (writhe. like little maggots that he could smash beneath the pad of his thumb and with a twist of the wrist.) beneath Aizen’s rule. Szayelaporro, however? A bit of an outlier, that one.
Well, to be as nice as possible... Gin thought of him as fun.
“Ara, Octava.” The title felt somewhat alien to him, but maybe that’s why he deemed it appropriate. It was clunky, nearly almost as if he had originally intended to spit it out as a loose insult. “Yer makin’ friends, ne?”
Hands concealed their selves within confines of large sleeves, neatly put together in front of him as he leaned in. It’s dawned on him that he’s hardly paid repeat visits to the Espada’s domain (and who was to blame for that? himself? or aizen-sama?) without an obligation of some sort.
“Aizen-sama wants all of ya t’be gettin’ along so I guess, by extension, that means I should, too.”
