#redseamstress

[panterasnarl]

@redseamstress

he's going to attack the man. how dare he shoot him with... paint?? paint! hand to his throat, he's pinned him to a wall. "The hell do you think you're doing?"

[hirak0s]

@redseamstress

The paintball on the ass caught him off guard, "The hell'd I do t' you Kisuke!?!"

[ketsumyo]

@redseamstress :

"I heard that your Zanpakuto has a veeeee~ry interesting set of abilities, care to let me see?" Kisuke flutters his fan in front of his face, hiding an excited smile behind it. Blood control? Oh~ a woman after his metaphorical heart~! How interesting the pair must be.

unprompted asks || always accepting

血 糸 | CURIOSITY CAN MAKE A MAN DEVIOUS— tsubaki rarely lost her poise, her self-control a thing of quiet, almost unassailable beauty. yet urahara kisuke, with his insistent irreverence, shattered it like fine porcelain. his voice was all innocent curiosity, like he didn’t realise he was holding a grenade in his hand—or maybe he did, and that was the whole point.

“ the infamous urahara kisuke, interested in my zanpakuto? oh, i’m in trouble now...” tsubaki quipped with a brittle laugh. humour was her shield, a way to sidestep the threat of his curiosity—a ravenous, ingenious curiosity, capable of dismantling truths she scarcely dared confront.

“ you’re a clever man, urahara-san. too clever, really. so you must already know—my shikai needs to touch blood to work . ” her words lilted upward, teasing, yet their weight rested heavy in her chest. hers was a power as boundless in its capacity to heal as to destroy. the same force that could knit a wound closed could just as easily tear flesh apart. life and death, bound together inextricably, intimately—you could parry a blade, but not yourself. she’d been walking that line too long to pretend it didn’t mess with her.

“ if you want to see ketsumyō, i’m afraid you’ll have to come back with a wound ~ ”

[biskael]

"Perhaps, at some point, we could trade techniques? I'm sure it'd be a riveting conversation!" Kisuke suggests, fluttering his little fan in front of his face. "Might be able to arrange some demonstrations, even~" (redseamstress, hiiiii)

" AND WHAT , EXACTLY , MIGHT YOU BE SPEAKING OF ? " the Jailer asks , a slight tilt of his head . angled , sharp . he could only humor such curiosity for so long , before it'd become boring . or worse , unimportant . this was the man , carefree though he seemed , who'd snuck up upon him prior . and while the jailer hadn't fallen from his strike , he could never find himself to be too cautious ------ anyone who'd lower their guard around any shinigami was foolish .

" there are many techniques that I know of . You would have to be a little more precise , should you desire any knowledge you could parttake from one so knowledgable & practiced as myself . "

@redseamstress

[hirak0s]

"Shinji, why did the coffee maker explode?" (-Mori)

"Tried t' make my extra special coffee that'll keep folks 'wake fer a few days on one cup." But it seems the coffee maker couldn't handle the... everything. Poor thing was smoking. "Shoul'a made 'nother blend."

@redseamstress (Sorry Kisuke your coffee a'splode)