Shinji raised an eyebrow at Kensei's fierce statement, although it was hidden along with his eyes by his long fringe. Crossing his arms, he held back a sigh. It wasn't that he didn't wish (
to have a Vaizored orgy, it was just that he left his lube at home. T_T )
That was not to say that Kensei wanted to stand idly by. He recalled vividly the day where Hollows had flooded the streets in retaliation and -- like all those who knew the cause of it -- carried his own burden of guilt for what had happened to hundreds of innocent lives at the whim of a woman wearing a red haori. But, if the Vaizored were going to get involved, he wanted it to be in a way that reflected their strength, not skirting the outside fearfully. That wasn't like them; so, in the absence of that, he preferred they abstain from the war between the shinigami and Hollows, and keep an eye on the living to make sure it didn't flow over into their blissfully ignorant existences.
Irritated him, but he had himself a nice punching bag he could work out the tension on.
Kensei shoved back with his arm, aiming to unbalance Tousen as his other hand waved lazily back at Hachi. "Yeah, I ain't gonna need no release here, Hachi," he snorted, cracking his knuckles together.
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