#muse!shuhei

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"That went better than expected."

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@ryusxnka asked:

" Here. Something Matsumoto made." He'd place the cupcake, one he isn't certain is edible, given to him for father's day atop the lieutenant's working desk. " - She was too shy to bring it, herself, so do not speak of it. "a blatant lie, how awful of you, Hitsugaya. ( for Shuuhei. )

At first, it hits him with inquiry, his features immediately change, eyebrows raised, eyes wide, as his mind began forming a question. What was the tenth division captain doing here? There wasn't any current assignments or missions to be carried out between the both of them, at least the dark-haired reaper was assuming this wasn't concerning anything too serious, for now. But without general work related reasons what else could it be.

"Hai, Hitsugaya-taichou..."

The captain speaks, explaining the—cupcake?

Shuuhei's expression reads just short of bewilderment. Was this important somehow? A captain going out of his way to deliver a small baked item. It had to have some significance, didn't it?

His eyes dropped to the item and he puts his hand out, intuitively, as it's being offered, having no reason to doubt or be untrusting of the younger male. He doesn't see anything special or exceptionally appealing about it, almost appeared to be a dirt clod. Yet as soon as Matsumoto's name had been mentioned he'd decided that it had to have some deeper meaning.

"Uh... thank you, Taichou. I do have one question, if you don't mind—why didn't Rangiku-san deliver this herself? She's never been very much the shy type."

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@baika || continued from [x]

The second he noticed the tears welling up he felt regret sink into the pit of his stomach. Dammit, had he gone too far with what he'd said or was it the way he said, he really wasn't sure but he knew he felt like shit for having said anything to begin with.

And here he'd thought a small reminder of keeping some hope alive might be the best thing to say at a time like this. Clearly, she was still not alright with certain topics no matter how far removed he might've thought this topic was. A heavy sigh emitted while his softened expression looked her over in remorse.

"Look, I- I'm sorry. I hadn't meant... I didn't mean to stir up the past or anything..." There's a break in his makeshift attempt at an apology as he tries to gather some better words but fails at finding any.

"Truth is, I don't have any of it completely figured out either and all I really know is what works for me. I was only hoping it would help... somehow."

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@crimsonstray asked:

"oy mister 69, wanna go for a drink?"

"Renji, you calling it a day already?"

Renji'd caught the dark haired soul reaper at a good time, he wasn't in the office and most of his work for the day had already been completed. He'd been outdoors assisting with some training exercises, nothing he felt badly walking away from, they'd already been winding down from the strenuous stuff.

"I think.... I will take you up on that offer and join you but I'm not too sure about the drinks. What'd you have in mind, exactly?"

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@baiika asked:

Hisagi-senpai go to sleep >:|

Steeped in his current project, his focus isn't easily broken but he does note the voice, soft but urgent in it's pleading. And so after his stream of thoughts subsides and he's formed sentences that he can put onto paper, he glances up. Instantly, his features lose their edge, his deep concentration fading from the work he'd been set on.

"Hinamori-san. Hai, I will, it's just this recent deadline, if I don't get to it, it likely won't be met in a timely fashion." He pays no mind to what he sounds like - a workaholic. Instead, a mildly perplexed expression overcomes him.

"Wait. That goes both ways, doesn't it? What are you doing up? It is late, afterall." His eyes scan over the papers on his workspace before being drawn back to her once more, an unanswered question still lingering behind them.

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which rage language are you

Men, raise the drawbridge.

When you're angry, all your defenses go up. the unfortunate person or thing that managed to piss you off is suddenly talking to a wall. On the inside, you're screaming and crying and cussing them out, but somehow you can't express it. you're blank. emotionless. To anyone's knowledge, you could be zoning out of a lecture. because of this, it's hard to express how you're feeling when the person asks for your thoughts. you've choked your feelings down, and they won't come back up.

Commandeered from: @ryusxnka

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