Who: Ukitake Jyuushiro and Kyouraku Shunsui
What: An ode to health, a realised lack thereof and a resulting gesture of adoration.
When: 26th Feb, late afternoon/early evening
Where:Ukitake's room
Rating:PG I should think. Probably.
Having been inches from death before, Shunsui knew what it felt like. He knew what it felt like to have to turn away from the beautiful, alluring light that would sing such sweet nothings, knew what it felt like to be hurting all over, from the tips of your toes to the pigments in your eyeballs. And so it was knowing this, and with an educated degree of certainty, that the shinigami captain could assure anyone who asked that his past week had been far worse than any of that.
Inches? Inches? Millimetres, more like.
But, ahoy! A new joy is afoot - Kyouraku Shunsui has escaped death's cunning clutches once more, and is back up on his feet to fight another day.
Elated and refreshed, a bounce in every step, Shunsui wasted no time in barging his way into the room of his best-friend-come-partner, a cheered grin on his face and a shining aura of perfect health hanging almost physically in the air around him.
"Jyuu~! Jyuushiro! I fought, and I conquered~"