It is cheering to see that the rats are still around:
Characters: Hitsugaya Toushirou, Tsumugiya Ururu
When: March 14, late morning
Where: Living World, near the Shouten
Rating: PG? It's a cute girl, a grumpy captain, and a rat. How bad can it be?
Summary: Ururu lost Brutus. Hitsugaya just happens to be in the area.
Hitsugaya stared at the thing nestled in his hands. It wasn't that he didn't recognize it; he remembered all too well the messy burned remnants the last flying rodent had left under his desk. In his defense, he'd been a little jumpy that day -- like a lot of days, honestly -- and he didn't know it was under his desk. The underside of the desk still bore marks of his quick shakkahou and he was sure the Twelfth was still upset with him over the incident -- especially after he'd smashed the slug-frog thing that came a few months later. (That hadn't been his fault either. It was in his reports. He'd reached down and picked up a mass of gooey thing instead of his budget. No one could blame him for his reaction.)
This little winged rat, though, hadn't really caught him by surprise. He'd seen it coming, raised an eyebrow when it seemed to veer its course and come straight for him and now... Now he had a flying rat sitting comfortably in his hands, blinking up at him.
Hitsugaya sighed. He was near the Shouten; this had Urahara's handiwork written all over it. He couldn't think of anyone else that would have one of these. Ah, well. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do. He'd just come out on a bit of an unofficial trip, just to pass some time. (And hopeful fight some Hollows, to work off some of this residual restlessness.) Holding the rat carefully -- he didn't want charged for bringing back damaged goods -- Hitsugaya made his way toward the shop, stepping out of shunpo within sight of it to walk the rest of the way in. A quick check on the rat proved that shunpo didn't seem to bother it and he started when it jumped out of his hands.
Then he started again when it started flying quick circles around him.
Then he simply blinked at it when it settled on his shoulder.
What. The. Hell...?
When: March 14, late morning
Where: Living World, near the Shouten
Rating: PG? It's a cute girl, a grumpy captain, and a rat. How bad can it be?
Summary: Ururu lost Brutus. Hitsugaya just happens to be in the area.
Hitsugaya stared at the thing nestled in his hands. It wasn't that he didn't recognize it; he remembered all too well the messy burned remnants the last flying rodent had left under his desk. In his defense, he'd been a little jumpy that day -- like a lot of days, honestly -- and he didn't know it was under his desk. The underside of the desk still bore marks of his quick shakkahou and he was sure the Twelfth was still upset with him over the incident -- especially after he'd smashed the slug-frog thing that came a few months later. (That hadn't been his fault either. It was in his reports. He'd reached down and picked up a mass of gooey thing instead of his budget. No one could blame him for his reaction.)
This little winged rat, though, hadn't really caught him by surprise. He'd seen it coming, raised an eyebrow when it seemed to veer its course and come straight for him and now... Now he had a flying rat sitting comfortably in his hands, blinking up at him.
Hitsugaya sighed. He was near the Shouten; this had Urahara's handiwork written all over it. He couldn't think of anyone else that would have one of these. Ah, well. It wasn't as if he had anything better to do. He'd just come out on a bit of an unofficial trip, just to pass some time. (And hopeful fight some Hollows, to work off some of this residual restlessness.) Holding the rat carefully -- he didn't want charged for bringing back damaged goods -- Hitsugaya made his way toward the shop, stepping out of shunpo within sight of it to walk the rest of the way in. A quick check on the rat proved that shunpo didn't seem to bother it and he started when it jumped out of his hands.
Then he started again when it started flying quick circles around him.
Then he simply blinked at it when it settled on his shoulder.
What. The. Hell...?