periwinkle--innocence wants to play ballerina with you
It wasn't common for Sakanade to introduce himself to humans. Indeed, it was a rare event for him to step forward and engage any stranger in communication. He too often found himself disappointed, and the gamble became less of a sure chance that his high expectations would be shot down by the dull millings of outsiders. If he were to be honest-- and he most often was-- he didn't see anything spectacular about this little girl, either. However, he had it on a good word that his one and only idol, Aizen Sousuke, had taken an interest in her. If she was good enough for Aizen, she was good enough for the zanpakutou.
"Have you lost your way, little lamb~?" came the lilting, carefree voice. His dress, erratic and confused, was no different than any other day. The only varying feature-- his lipstick-- was a light purple-blue hue. Periwinkle, some might call the color. Those lips turned upward into a striking smile as Sakanade's head bowed forward in greeting, and a single hand stretched forward to grasp her own.
"Fear not, my child. I have it on good faith that the big, bad wolf has just fed himself into a deep slumber. We may traverse these woods with naught but a worry on our minds." Provided she didn't immediately withdraw away from him-- as was rather common practice to such a display-- the smooth skin over the top of her knuckles would be met with a gentle, unimposing kiss.
"Then, shall we speak of our fantasies?"
