[While he certainly doesn't have any calenders, it isn't hard to realize when you've been somewhere for a year by counting days.
Maybe that's the reason. Or maybe it's like Ukitake had said, the new season inspiring new life. Or maybe it's just because he feels like the entirety of the twelve months he's spent here has taken him in one, giant, neverending circle right back to the beginning.
Whatever the reason, when the PCD bounces up against a headboard and oh-so-lovingly begins to record, what it records is the folds of a bed as it is slowly pushed through a door way and into Hitsugaya's room. It's hardly something to be recognized - just another boring, menial task caught by an overenthusiastic PCD - but Uchiha Sasuke and a few others might have an inkling of its significance, even though the bedsheets have long since been replaced.
Someone's decided he's not going to sleep on a futon anymore.
After about half a minute or so, the recording light is caught red handed, and the PCD is shut off.]
((ooc: The following messages were sent separately a short while later.))
[Private to Ukitake//Unhackable//Text]
Hyourinmaru is being stubborn. If you have the time and stamina, I would appreciate another sparring session.
[Private to Sasuke//Unhackable//Text]
I'll be on the roof.