calm-oblivion started being really obvious about his sexual fantasies
caeruleus-excidium started filling your space with way too much testosterone
heiter-krieg started having really fabulous hair holy crap
uurheber started not being nearly as fabulous as his adorable underling
A long, judgmental stare fixated itself on the presences before him, critically peeling apart each and every aspect of his uninvited guests. Low, off-key humming could be heard, vaguely, as he closed his eyes-- as if organizing and examining the data behind his eyelids. Strangers, all of them, other than the Espada. Still, he hardly knew the obstinate creature, and so he was grouped promptly with the rest.
"While I'm positive that your motives for approaching me are nothing less than noble, I'm not quite a knight of the round table." The dismissive statement, if it could be determined as such, was uttered only moments before a gloved hand raised to gesture in a sweeping 'away' motion.
"Unless you have ambition more curious than pleasantries, do see yourself outside-- though, if you would prefer to see inside yourself, I'm positive I could arrange a rearrangement."
