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[psychoticsilver]

Who: Ichimaru Gin and Abel Nightroad
What: Tea and a talking to
When: After blowing up the laundry room
Where: Kitchens?
Rating: Not sure, probably PG-13

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[priestish]

Scratching his cheek thoughtfully, he waited until Alessandro was out of view before tilting his head towards Gin, giving him a deceptively cheerful smile. How had Alec ended up catching this man's interest, of all people?

He pushed habitually at his glasses, he followed behind the Shinigami. "Yes, yes. That sounds lovely." Anything but. Honestly...

[psychoticsilver]

Gin was a master of smiles used for all sorts, so he wasn't completely fooled by the cheerful one he was just given - not that it mattered a whit whether or not Abel liked him or not.

"Feelin' better then?"

[priestish]

"Ah, yes. You're so kind to ask!"

He was already attempt to piece together ways in which to avoid this becoming unpleasant, but was at a distinct disadvantage without knowing what sorts of things triggered Ichimaru's dangerous edge. He would have to ask the other Captains for more information, later...

[psychoticsilver]

His smile just widened, staying silent. So kind, ah yes, Abel, so so kind. Slinking into the kitchen, he went to the fridge and grabbed a carton of milk.

"Yo' make the tea, I've got th'milk and sugar."

[priestish]

"Right."

The priest prepared the kettle, filled it with water and set it on to boil before rummaging around for tea bags, or leaves in the cabinets. He knew where they were - two shelves to the left - but decided it was better to look preoccupied as they spoke.

"How are you adjusting to Paradisa life, Mr. Ichimaru? You seem to have settled well."

[psychoticsilver]

"One world s'pretty much like another."

He shrugged. This was ridiculously untrue, Paradisa was nothing like either Seireitei or Hueco Mundo which, in turn, were entirely dissimilar to one another. But the sentiment was the same, he was the same and a new world just provided new toys.

[priestish]

"Ah? Is that so? It's a bit strange for me... much different than what I'm used to, but I've had... quite a while to get used to it, now. Ah, there they are."

He picked up the tea bags for Earl Grey, and settles them on the counter as well as cups and saucers, searching for cookies or pastries, next.

[psychoticsilver]

"Shame Andro-chan couldn't join us, ne?"

He grinned, filling a kettle and setting it to boil, idly testing the waters with this seemingly harmless man.

[priestish]

"Isn't it? Maybe next time."

No, Gin. No.

He tapped a spoon against his cup, idly. "So, you have quite a few friends from home, don't you? Shinigami?"

[psychoticsilver]

But he's just so... breakable~

"Sho' do." He didn't elaborate, there was no need to give everything away right off the bat.

[priestish]

"They must've been happy to see you! Soon enough, you'll have a mini Soul Society going."

Fetching a plate, he laid out some cookies and set them on the counter before leaning back against it, folding his arms over his chest.

[psychoticsilver]

He laughed shortly, malicious delight on his face as he spread his hands wide and shrugged.

"Happy ain't quite the word, but it sho' was interestin'."

[priestish]

"No? Ah, well. I suppose we can't please everyone."

No, he wasn't going to get into a potentially... dangerous discussion if he could avoid it.

"How do you take your tea?"

[psychoticsilver]

The tea smelt odd, and it wasn't for a few moments that he realised it was a Western brew. Having not tasted one before he slunk closer, with no regard at all for Abel's personal space, and took the cup from the counter next to him to try it.

"S'bitter, ain't it?"

[priestish]

"...It is. I usually put in a great deal of sugar..."

He makes no motions to move; he remembered Ukitake saying that this man fed on vulnerabilities, weaknesses; he wouldn't give him any to exploit. "Would you like some?"

[psychoticsilver]

Gin just shook his head, leaving the cup of tea where it was and wandering off to look through the food cupboards for something.

"So who do yo' know from th'Shinigami?"

At least that would tell him how much this man were likely to know about him.