[This is Hitsugaya. This is the river.

This is Hitsugaya dunking his head into the river.

He'll come up. Eventually. Maybe.

But not before the feed times out.]

[The PCD turns on with a bit of static and a few merciless drops of rain before Hitsugaya kicks it lightly beneath a shelter. An ice shelter, to be exact. There's a wall of ice about six feet high situated between the river and Juubantai House, and atop part of the wall is a make-shift roof under which one or two small persons can hide from the ( Read more... )

If you need me, I'll be in the river.

[Yes. He said what you think he said. No. He's not explaining himself.]

[Hello, 3:00AM. Nice to meet you. Have you been well ( Read more... )

[The PCD rattles, rocking back and forth before finally settling unevenly against the edge of a table leg and the floor. Once it calms down, anyone familiar with the interior of the Tenth Division household might recognize it as the dining room table in the kitchen. If they can even see the interior through the uninterrupted dark of night ( Read more... )

((ooc: Following this conversation here: I love you, Kenchan. Honest.))

[Only a few people in all of Adstringendum have had the opportunity to see Hitsugaya quite like this - that brow twitch, those bared teeth, those large, wild eyes exaggerated so fiercely that they all say if you were standing within reach, he would cut you clean in half and ( Read more... )

If this is true, it's doubtful we'll remember any of this. If it's untrue, then this was all an aggravating waste of time, just like every other moment we spend here. There's no point in saying goodbye or sulking about yet another bothersome ploy to upset what little semblence of balance we retain ( Read more... )