‘ when we die , we turn into stories and every time someone tells one of those stories it’s like we’re still here . ’
& . — THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE SENTENCE STARTERS
Drinking the night away hadn’t been on the daily schedule for the Third Division, and yet—-it was difficult to deny his squad this much-needed breather. Izuru had, again, overworked himself, so Gin was guiltless in enabling this indulgence. Plus, he was…. somethin’ else entirely once drunk. The captain placed his drink down, contemplating, once his lieutenant finished his abruptly deep poetic observation. A sobering topic, to say the least——nevertheless, Gin intended to play along, smile wide, and pretend his tensions were temporarily absolved by the alcohol surrounding them both.
❝ Well, here’s hopin’ my story ain’t a sad one, can’t staaaand those~! Say, what kinda story’re ya aimin’ for, eh, Izuru? ❞
