#tasteforcarnage

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[ooc; dunno if you mean some specific people you'd like to interact with, but at least when comes to kenpachi i may help you]

breathes gently on your face give me kenpachi interactions

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okay but pachi has so cute family, he should appreciate it

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Milana in the background:

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It was just a little visit in his division, walking the halls like she was used to, here and there being stopped – if only with glances – by a few division members staring at her a tad: confused. Might be simply because they hadn’t seen her in a longer while and obvious change of rather slender female would catch a few startled glances, but they caught themselves rather fast, opening doors here and letting her through there. The usual, but a bit too cautious from time to time as well.

A few moments ( and curious glances ) later, she would knock on the door to the office of her significant other, waiting patiently until he would let her inside ~

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While Milana is away and blissfully unaware of anything, in her kitchen an actual battle is taking place -- on one side is standing a cookie dough, on other Yachiru supported by Kenpachi. All of that is actively supported by kittens, though no one can be sure on which side they are really standing. Yachiru is happy. Kittens are happy. Kitchen is on the verge of survival~

Why ever the frontshad been devided between the cookie dough as well as Yachiru and Kenpachi, shedidn’t believe either of them would be able to tell her, especially the cookiedough would not. While she just came home, an eyebrow would rise and eyesstaring in her kitchen perfectly unable to even explain what she was about tosee. If the Shinigami should find a metaphor for said picture unfolding beforegreen eyes, it might come closest to a tennis-match where cookie-dough ( as obviously leading player )had all the match-balls on its side, and Yachiru was either the trainer ofKenpachi, or the other way around, no one could be really sure.

And tennis-ball?

Kittens – out of some reasontwo, and very very hairy, butoverally also nearly a bit too full of dough for Milana’s liking, yet she wouldnot want to disturb that match. However it had happened that sugar, flour, agood of dozen eggs and other utensils for making nothing more than easy cookies( other ingredients were, for example:chocolate chips ) landed notonly on the ground but also on theceiling was something she---

---oh well, betterstop that right now.

Just in the momentwhen one of Yachiru’s self-made catapults would come to attack the cookie doughplayer and missile – what appeared to be milk? – would not land on dough buton, and maybe in mouth of, one of the kittens, she had caught exactly this andeven evaded projectile gracefully and with much luck – obviously.

This was also themoment when everybody, even if only remotely, realized that, yes, owner of saidkitchen was home and, yes, she had witnessed the whole little warfrom first row and was – perfectly amused by it. With revelation that she wasn’texactly mad, it took nothing more than a few moments until everybody was on itsplace ( with queue of Kenpachi, Yachiru and both kittens ) and a bit of all the mess had beencleaned up so that they could add a quick lesson how to easily, and with a lotless catastrophe, make fantastic cookies – and yes, also with additional chocolate chips.

And without a doubt – everybody was happy.

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It wasn’t far after their little trip to the World of the Living getting the overtime-birthday-present that Milana would – finally – lift the ‘surprise’ mentioned before short absence of her person, one that, surely, was not about the puppy for his birthday ( especially that it had already found a very secure place in home of their little self-made family ) but about something that would be a bit more of a – change – to their life and, even that she was surprisingly excited for it, all things considered, there was, indeed, an uncertainty in everything – especially about how Kenpachi would react.

A shake of her head followed while, momentarily, long-haired female was seated curled up on one of the couches in her home, practically waiting for her partner to return, while the puppy slept in her lap peacefully, and thoughts would wander just for a bit. They would need a name – not for the puppy that is, but for – someone else. And maybe she would also have to tell a few more people about it. But, aside from the female captain of the medical squad, he had the right to know first.

So she waited for him to come home. 

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They had, indeed, talked about it before, as Milana couldn’t have been sure about choice and – overally – interest of her life-partner in another tiny and fluffy companion, doubt inevitably thrown into the wind the moment he had gotten the hints about everything lying around and was all for this little increase in their family, even that this one now required them to leave towards the World of the Living and, finally, go to a breeder to fetch what they wanted to have.

Choice of puppy had been a rather uncommon one ( at least if there was desire to look after such thing as ‘outer appearances’ ), but would it not matter for it was the tall captain’s birthday present and whatever little hairy ball of happiness would choose the leader of Juuichibantai ( no, it wasn’t the other way around ), fairly surely it would be the perfect choice for that matter.

Now she waited, tamely and with a smile, sitting in a large living room in the human world and having a word or two with bubbly wife of the breeder, simply watching her significant other getting a bit too lost in the little madness that was running around him – well, they had time~