I have no abiding memory...
Characters: Ise Nanao, Kyouraku Shunsui
When: December 16, around 7:00 PM
Where: Eighth Division Administrative Office
Rating: PG for the good captain
Summary: Nanao attempts to unravel the mystery of the mumbling butterflies. Shunsui has something to say.
[COMPLETE]
It was all very confusing.
Nanao preferred her life in a neat sequence of days that were mostly the same, with enough variation to keep her mind limber, but there was nothing wrong with the fundamental pattern.
She did not know whether it vexed or merely bemused her that her orderly routine had become so slanted by recent events. She was, however, sure the division was a-whirl with rumour, and that the rather crassly named "So when is the captain getting it on with the vice-captain" betting pool was gathering guesses like never before.
Be that as it may, the paperwork would not stamp itself, and her captain had requested her presence. Captain Kyouraku's actual orders were so few and far between she had learned to ferret out the relevant requirements in the usual stream of innuendo and sweet-talking.
The stream seemed to run a little low these days. Not dry by any means, he clearly still made the effort, but the point was that usually the effort did not even show.
Sighing, she refused to slow her steps as she came to the veranda. Whisking the door open to the office, she entered in a gentle swirl of winter wind and darkness, books still clutched to her chest like a makeshift shield.
When: December 16, around 7:00 PM
Where: Eighth Division Administrative Office
Rating: PG for the good captain
Summary: Nanao attempts to unravel the mystery of the mumbling butterflies. Shunsui has something to say.
[COMPLETE]
It was all very confusing.
Nanao preferred her life in a neat sequence of days that were mostly the same, with enough variation to keep her mind limber, but there was nothing wrong with the fundamental pattern.
She did not know whether it vexed or merely bemused her that her orderly routine had become so slanted by recent events. She was, however, sure the division was a-whirl with rumour, and that the rather crassly named "So when is the captain getting it on with the vice-captain" betting pool was gathering guesses like never before.
Be that as it may, the paperwork would not stamp itself, and her captain had requested her presence. Captain Kyouraku's actual orders were so few and far between she had learned to ferret out the relevant requirements in the usual stream of innuendo and sweet-talking.
The stream seemed to run a little low these days. Not dry by any means, he clearly still made the effort, but the point was that usually the effort did not even show.
Sighing, she refused to slow her steps as she came to the veranda. Whisking the door open to the office, she entered in a gentle swirl of winter wind and darkness, books still clutched to her chest like a makeshift shield.