A pair of chilling emerald eyes watched the brunette inquisitively from where she sat, seemingly content with her meal and current company. Ulquiorra felt no need to approach, no need to introduce himself; she appeared young and unassuming, certainly not the type who would be able to provide him with any information he would consider valuable in the slightest. Even the sight of seemingly-cordial bears taking care of all the formalities didn't irk him or pique his interest enough for him to stride closer.
And yet... there was a strange, uncomfortable prickle in his abdomen that brought an immediate deepening of his near-constant frown. Hunger. It was not a sensation he was well-accustomed to putting up with, or even experiencing for that matter; in Hueco Mundo, such things had been accounted for without the need to seat oneself and waste time shoveling down sustenance. Apparently, however, that little benefit was no longer present here on the M.S. Elegante -- and so, with a sigh that could make lively plants wilt in despair, the Cuarta Espada glided over to a table somewhat near Ema's. He settled into a chair that was neither close enough to seem friendly nor so far away as to appear as if he wanted nothing to do with her.
After all, second thoughts reminded him, he was completely and utterly in the dark. Even a meager human woman might know more than he in this place. And that thought nearly made him sick.
Ema saw the (rather strange-looking) man walk in and sit at a table not too far from her. She didn't think much of it as she adjusted the glasses resting atop her head; she knew full well she wasn't alone on the ship, and sushi bars tended to be rather popular when it came to eateries. So she kept focused on her meal, for now.
And yet... there was a strange, uncomfortable prickle in his abdomen that brought an immediate deepening of his near-constant frown. Hunger. It was not a sensation he was well-accustomed to putting up with, or even experiencing for that matter; in Hueco Mundo, such things had been accounted for without the need to seat oneself and waste time shoveling down sustenance. Apparently, however, that little benefit was no longer present here on the M.S. Elegante -- and so, with a sigh that could make lively plants wilt in despair, the Cuarta Espada glided over to a table somewhat near Ema's. He settled into a chair that was neither close enough to seem friendly nor so far away as to appear as if he wanted nothing to do with her.
After all, second thoughts reminded him, he was completely and utterly in the dark. Even a meager human woman might know more than he in this place. And that thought nearly made him sick.
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