[Ururu] Kisuke-san's emoing. ;_; Should I be emoing too?
Ururu sat on a swing in the park, staring listlessly at nothing. Something had happened. Something big, stupendous....and awful. All the shinigami who had been at the shop had been struck by it, but none of them had told her what it was. Komamura and Mayuri had left; Urahara had ordered the store closed and then had stood in front of the sink, staring at the dirty dishes. Ururu had thought about asking him to move so she could get them done (it was her turn), but he had a look on his face that said a disturbance would have been unwelcome, so she had busied herself with other tasks.
Jinta, of course, wandered off the second he was able to, taking Bat-kun with him. Ururu had wanted to follow him, but there were still a few odds and ends that she needed to get done. By the time she had finished, the young boy was well out of sight. Urahara was still lost in thought. And Tessai was nowhere to be seen.
So Ururu had taken herself to the park, hoping that some time on the swings would make this sense of dread go away. She loved the swings, the thrill of flying up into the air and then hurtling back down. They were her favorite part of the park. But they just weren't the same without someone to push her. She could kick her legs, push herself, but it just wasn't the same. She tried, and soon lost the energy for it. So she just sat on the swing, staring, wishing Urahara would find her and be his normal self and everything would be good again. She didn't like the mood in the air.
Jinta, of course, wandered off the second he was able to, taking Bat-kun with him. Ururu had wanted to follow him, but there were still a few odds and ends that she needed to get done. By the time she had finished, the young boy was well out of sight. Urahara was still lost in thought. And Tessai was nowhere to be seen.
So Ururu had taken herself to the park, hoping that some time on the swings would make this sense of dread go away. She loved the swings, the thrill of flying up into the air and then hurtling back down. They were her favorite part of the park. But they just weren't the same without someone to push her. She could kick her legs, push herself, but it just wasn't the same. She tried, and soon lost the energy for it. So she just sat on the swing, staring, wishing Urahara would find her and be his normal self and everything would be good again. She didn't like the mood in the air.