she's not going to say a word. positioned right behind his chair, she dumps the full basket of glitter over him, being sure to shake it thrice before lowering it to her side. when he turns to her, he'll witness a look of smug pride; yes, she thinks she's /so/ funny.
He gasps as though she has just thrown a bucket of Ice-cold water over him instead of glitter. As he realises what exactly has happened he turns to her slowly trying to brush off the worst off the glitter. Does she think she’s funny? Yes, she totally does by the looks of it. He looks down at himself, scowls, then looks back up.
“Joke’s on you I look absolutely fabulous.” He finally states, sarcasm dripping off the words. He just knows Byakuya will have something to say about his uniform. He tries to beat more of the glitter out of the front of his shihakusho, then glances at her through his lashes. He’ll get her. “C'mere, munchkin!” Suddenly he grabs her, pulls her into his lap and rubs the glitter off all over, grabbing it off the ground and rubbing it into her hair like snow. “That’s what you get!”
