There is an unmarked bag left on his desk. Inside is an unopened package of mini marshmallows. Akon didn't bother leaving a note. He figured Hitsugaya Taichou would know who it's from.
T he captain’s conference he had been summoned to attend hours ago had ultimately concluded, accouching an embittered aftertaste ‘pon his palate; how these adults functioned routinely was unbeknownst to him -- - Incessantly wrangling one another over insignificant matters wholly unrelated or further from being adjacently conjoined with the central discussion in hand. - How gratified he was, it reflects in the way he motioned in stride, in being capable of absconding the first division to undividedly retreat to his own designated barracks ---- longing to inject himself within the isolated expanse of his tranquil, or so he hopes it to be relinquished of another’s presence, office -- His fortress of solace. --- As he expeditiously arrives, stepping gingerly through wooden doors he had remained opened ‘fore withdrawing earlier, his meticulous teal-hued eyes are immediately anchored ‘pon the out of place commodity loafing atop his desk. -- As he neared closer to it, he was able to speedily gather that it was a particular brand of bag.
What retained inside, he isn't too certain.- Ergo does he cease by the outer edges of his bureau’s desk stand, tentatively so, whilst his ocular diligence never oscillated from its presentation. - Manifold questions commence invading his mind then, knowing there was seemingly no concrete indication of who might have plausibly bequeathed it to him granted. - No note. - Naught. Lips purse has he decides to belatedly take it onto his hand’s custody -- pressing lithe fingers at the upper section, crinkling its material as it shrieked with earsplitting resonance until the abrupt instant its skin burst and projectile innumerable morsels of broad, opaque, white Ichor; Mini- Marshmallows? Unexpectant contents, in truth. - He grins, depositing the severed bag down and forthwith supplants it with one of the dainty treats.-There was only one character he knew of who’d proffer him these.
“ It’s been ages... “ he says, inserting the piece he squeezed into his mouth. Biting, devouring, it with a satisfying end. “ Since Akon last visited my office. “