Eighteenth Secret: Emergence

[divine_dork]

[The feed clicks on as the PCD is half-placed, half-dropped down on Aizen's low writing desk, showing a view of a house in a state of mild disarray but notable abandonment: dust on the desk and on the pages arranged on it, wilted flowers in a pot in the corner, even the footprints of some animals on the dusty floor. Aizen is walking around the room

Comments

MADARA LOVES YOU I SWEAR

[thefirstuchiha]

And here I was hoping that you had disappeared by now. I suppose I can always get lucky in this place.

NOT ENOUGH FFFF IN THE WORLD

[divine_dork]

[From clueless to ice cold in record time.]

Uchiha Madara-san.

HE TOTALLY WATCHES AIZEN IN HIS SLEEP LIKE EDWARD CULLEN

[thefirstuchiha]

So formal, Aizen Sousuke.

This. Your icon. Oh god. /ships it like burning

[divine_dork]

Is there call for me to be anything else?

Madara Cullen loves watching Aizen Swann sleep in his underwear~ *ships too*

[thefirstuchiha]

I can't think of a reason as to why we should act civil to each other. I was never one for formalities or etiquette.

Ahh, the sharingan see-through-clothes jutsu....~

[divine_dork]

I have made my position on this issue known. I do not condone further violence, verbal or physical. Your brother and I have an understanding - please be considerate of it.