Sep 12, 2011 02:27
[There's papers, ragged-looking books and binders, all over the low table Kurotsuchi is settled at. At least he's not in surgery, and there's nothing dead. Something entirely mundane this time; compiling reports, from the look of it.
Apart from not wearing the white captain's haori, he looks normal enough. And he speaks to the PCD deliberately, turning it on mid-work.]
This event. How many are now living with people they don't know?
[Frowning, clearly a bit annoyed.]
I hate when they alter minds. It's somewhat more difficult to know perspective.