Showing The Ropes | Mayuri + Nemuri |
The Seireitei was always particularly quiet, especially during the early morning, when the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon, light shades of pinks and reds grazing everything in its path. The birds were slowly stirring, low chirps of greeting, somewhat similar to those of the merchants whom were finalising the opening of their stores down below. It was peaceful. Charming.
A vendor dropped the box he was carrying as the high pitched octave boomed through the walls, reverberating off them in a fashion that would cause ears to possibly ring for hours. The box was not damaged, thankfully, but the shock of the action was still enough to make the owner of the voice wince, mumbling an apology before continuing to run forward, their small feet tripping occasionally on the dangling fabric of their outfit.
"Miyori-suuuun" The owner of the voice tried again, albeit lower this time, their delicate frame huffing and puffing with each breath as they attempted to catch up to the object of their attention, a towering figure still a number of strides ahead, seemingly unbothered by their presence at all.
Nemuri huffed in annoyance this time, flicking her head to the side to allow loose strands of hair to fall back over her shoulder, face lined with a thin bead of sweat and mouth puckered into a small pout. The girl was more than surprised, violently shocked to the point of nearly passing out even, when the painted man had announced they leaving the enclosed, blank white walls of the division to venture into the outside world, into the land of colours and natural sunlight.
But now? Now Nemuri felt nothing but annoyance, and the notion that she should have just stayed at home with the crayons became more appealing by the second. The man continued to move forward, as if she did not exist at all. Maybe she didn't. She certainly didn't feel like it, not with her heart beating so heavily in her chest, and the familiar sensation of light-headedness overtaking her mind. Still though, did her legs continue to move forward, and eventually she reached him, failing to notice it was due to him slowing down and not from her sheer determination.
"Miyori-sun" Her voice was at the lowest it had been the entire day, hours of shrieking in delight at her lab friends from excitement catching up to her. It was not due to fear that she felt towards her companion, no, certainly not. "You said we were going somewhere fUN." She could not stop herself from stomping her foot, not caring how childish she looked. Heh, childish. "This is not fun at all."
Bright eyes glanced upward, emerald irises honing in on the delicate artistry of the thick paint upon his features. They had completely stopped now, still within the centre of the walkway. Her legs buckled a tad, although she was unsure what from. The pinks and reds danced up the walls now, the sun rising higher in the sky. The peace had returned, dying to be broken once more, yet Nemuri did not utter another word, patiently awaiting a response from the man by her side.
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