seen from United States
seen from Argentina

seen from United Arab Emirates
seen from Spain

seen from United States

seen from France
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from Mexico
seen from Italy
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seen from Ukraine

seen from Bangladesh
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Rubbing at the back of his neck, Sado shifted from one foot to the other. He wasn’t very good at this. He nodded to the tea set he had sat gently on the table beside where he now stood. “You look like you need a friend. Tea?”
the cup was a simple one, a living world's cup. he had not been expecting such generosity, however, and aizen found himself shifting after a moment to stretch one covered hand outwards to pick it up, cradling it between his palms. there was nothing he could say right now, choosing instead to simply hold the mug between his palms because he was attempting to recall the last time that he'd ever had someone make him a cup of tea.
and it--
❝ ... thank you, ❞ he finally murmured. ❝ i-- appreciate this. you didn't need to but ... ... thank you for this. ❞
how could he put it into words? how could he ever hope to explain to this young man just what this little gesture meant for him?
storiesoforsterra *slides Papalymo/Malito in*
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My hero.......