- Subject Identified: Oni-Analyst -
The researcher’s hand shook slightly as he raised his tea to his lips. Was it colder in here today, or was it just him? Both options were equally likely. He popped a few pills into his mouth, before taking a long sip of the warm liquid. Perhaps it was time to revisit the fourth division and get evaluated once more. They were always checking up on him about one thing or another. Sending him home with allergy medicines, sleep aids, antibiotics, anything really depending on what was wrong with him that trip. He always had been sickly. Rin’s face screwed up slightly as, despite his best efforts, the taste of medicine hit his tongue. Ugh. Bitter and gross. He shoved a lollipop into his mouth, hoping the sweet flavor would make the unpleasant taste leave his mouth. A quick glance towards the clock told the shinigami it was about time he got back to work, and he dutifully shuffled away, not realizing until it was too late there was someone in his path.
“A-Ah. Akon.” The smaller man mumbled. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” He’d been in a bit of a fog the past few days. Things like this just kept happening. At the very least he was thankful it was Akon, and not Captain Kurotsuchi.
