The Spirit of Giving [CLOSED]
WHO: Yumichika Ayasegawa [
fiveisbetter] & Yue Katou [
limboed]
WHAT: One dead youngster helping another, equally dead one, out with some fresh clothes.
WHERE: Crimon Dragon Inn, Yumi's room.
WHEN: Day 66, about 2pm.
This was, to say the least, amusing. It wasn’t like it was the first time Yumichika had helped someone getting ready for a “special meeting” (most of his friends in the eleventh division were just as bad at dressing up as they were good at fighting) but he hadn’t really expected to get an opportunity to provide a… friend with something so ordinary in this extraordinary place.
It was nice in a way, to concentrate on something so normal and familiar and after having seen how ugly and disgraceful those two other people had approached this young man who he had slowly started thinking of as a comrade he couldn’t really refuse to help him out. After all, everything he had spent his day on was trying to wake up the annoying bitch that was his soul slayer's true form. It was clear that something in this place made it impossible for him to collect enough spiritual energy to release something more complicated than the first stage of shikai and no amount of training seemed to help.
No, he thought as he rummaged around in his closet, haphazardly throwing clothes that could fit on the bed, it was better to stop thinking about it. If he pretended not to care there was always a chance that the obstinate spirit would just decide to start talking to him again out of pure boredom.
Yumichika couldn’t care less about that ugly bastard sword. Of course he couldn’t.
fiveisbetter] & Yue Katou [
limboed]
WHAT: One dead youngster helping another, equally dead one, out with some fresh clothes.
WHERE: Crimon Dragon Inn, Yumi's room.
WHEN: Day 66, about 2pm.
This was, to say the least, amusing. It wasn’t like it was the first time Yumichika had helped someone getting ready for a “special meeting” (most of his friends in the eleventh division were just as bad at dressing up as they were good at fighting) but he hadn’t really expected to get an opportunity to provide a… friend with something so ordinary in this extraordinary place.
It was nice in a way, to concentrate on something so normal and familiar and after having seen how ugly and disgraceful those two other people had approached this young man who he had slowly started thinking of as a comrade he couldn’t really refuse to help him out. After all, everything he had spent his day on was trying to wake up the annoying bitch that was his soul slayer's true form. It was clear that something in this place made it impossible for him to collect enough spiritual energy to release something more complicated than the first stage of shikai and no amount of training seemed to help.
No, he thought as he rummaged around in his closet, haphazardly throwing clothes that could fit on the bed, it was better to stop thinking about it. If he pretended not to care there was always a chance that the obstinate spirit would just decide to start talking to him again out of pure boredom.
Yumichika couldn’t care less about that ugly bastard sword. Of course he couldn’t.