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[pseudolatry]

Who: Komamura Sajin(bucketed), Hinamori Momo (pseudolatry)
What: idk my bff komamura??
Where: Momo's place, which might or might not be Hitsugaya's place from time to time.
When: Right after this thread.

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[bucketed]

He's quiet in approach, because he's always quiet. He learned long ago to counter his size with the quiet that follows him, has always been quiet when it comes time to speak. Even in fighting, when angry, there is still an air of quietness that follows him

[pseudolatry]

Momo just happened to be in the same situation as Komamura, in a sense. She had been babied in the past, by both Hitsugaya and Aizen; she never had a need to interact with other captains. That was one of her first mistakes-before she knew it, she had already isolated herself within the Gotei, placing her preoccupation with Aizen as her first priority

[bucketed]

The door was a door, he would have responded. The door was simply a door, something that could be passed through with some grace. Emphasis on some because, of course, the amount of grace someone of his size was capable of was limited. But he did not mind

[pseudolatry]

She was tiny compared to him

[bucketed]

Even if he couldn't see her, he would have smelled it. Biting back the normal response - wrinkling his nose in irritation - he instead made to glance about. He was familiar with the Fifth Division (a fact that bothered him now; he should have known) and he was naturally curious as to what surrounds its vice captain would have chosen. But he did not hand over his helmet, setting it down himself by the door. It was a weight she did not need

[pseudolatry]

Everything did change, in one way or another, ever since the three captains betrayed Soul Society. Matsumoto started drinking more, Kira stood a bit taller, Hisagi preoccupied himself with work, Hitsugaya spent more time with his missions, and mostly the fifth divisional offices were empty. That empty, grueling feeling had followed them to Nuadoria and it was evident with the way they dealt with their business in this foreign land

[bucketed]

There was a distinct curl of his lips, something very few people would be able to identify as Komamura's version of a smile. But there it was, regardless, soft and thoughtful, not quite out of place on the large captain.

He was slow to respond, not to think about fruit but rather to think about his approach. It was clear Hinamori was uneasy in his presence (and he doubted it was just because of his size) but she was trying. It was admirable, and he would not fault her that. "Would you like some help in preparing them?" If she had the right fruit, he'd suggest an Asian green fruit salad, sugar and green tea syrup on top. He could never eat more than a few bites, but there was something calming and rhythmic in cutting the fruit, preparing everything, the peeling and washing. Komamura enjoyed slow and thoughtful tasks like that.

The smile was still present as he removed his zanpakuto, to lean it against the wall with his helmet. He did not need it, did not need the additional size it granted him. He was not here to comfort himself.

[pseudolatry]

She stared at him momentarily thinking, how did it end up like this? Frazzled by the thought of the captain helping her out in such mundane tasks (the thought of just exactly how Komamura would make use of the tiny knife she was using didn't even occur to her), Momo shook her head. "There's no need to..." A pause. "It's just peaches, and maybe some kiwis," she replied back, never realizing that he had smiled at her; it was just how she was, missing the details of everything around her all while trying to keep up

[bucketed]

He was surprised she chose to return to the exact spot she'd vacated, but maybe that was just how she was. Despite his captaincy, he'd had little reason to be around the Fifth, only knew what Iba told him. She was small, she was cheerful (well, had been), she was hard-working

[pseudolatry]

Ironically, she was just a little dependent puppy, in the end

[bucketed]

That warranted a snarl. Not aimed at her, but he did snarl nevertheless, mind on Tousen and Aizen. His wounds had healed, however. His mind stronger than Hinamori's, he had not been thrown into disarray by their betrayal. If anything, he had only gained further conviction that the path he had chosen was the right one

end log y/n/m?

[pseudolatry]

The snarl made her tense, instinctively closing her eyes for the punishment that was coming-she knew she shouldn't have said that, and she shouldn't have, but how could she not?

She didn't expect a soft pat on the head. The weight was heavy, but not unmanageable. Momo looked up at the captain with a glance of uncertainty; a look quickly replaced by a quick shake of her head. "It's-it's not-"

Pat.

Pat.

To say she was surprised was an understatement. And in turn, she looked almost helpless, just staring up at the captain with wide eyes, mouth slightly open at his compassion. Even if it was someone other than Aizen, this feeling of protection was something Momo had not felt in a long time. And despite her inability to say or do anything useful and her penchant for staring at Komamura as he said those words, she was grateful.

"I'll... try."

Reassurance was something she had not experienced in a long, long time.

y? :D come cuddle up to his fluffy goodness~

[bucketed]

jlkaddfas scre *ROLLS ALL OVER*

[pseudolatry]

asdfghjkl -pats & fluffs- :3

[bucketed]