As mentioned in his broadcast that morning, Shunsui headed back to his apartment with a rambling little song on his lips as he went through his impressive stock of sake and picked out his favourite bottles for serving anyone who might have taken him up on his offer to make today a little more newsworthy for tomorrow's broadcaster. Really, he wound ( Read more... )

As was typical for a Saturday morning, Shunsui wasn't doing much of anything except for lying on his back in the middle of the living room floor, slowly coming out of a drunken slumber. It was a very long, arduous process, one that started, then backtracked back into sleep several times, and resulted in hardly any actual forward movement ( Read more... )

Such dismal weather was not about to keep Shunsui from being in a good mood and enjoying his usual libations. What he didn't expect, though, was a visitor in his apartment. He wasn't going to bother with trying to figure out how she got up here or how she got through his door or anything like that. There were much more important concerns ( Read more... )

When Shunsui Kyōraku woke up on the floor of his living room some hazy, indistinct time of the day, he could not find his haori. He could not find his hat, either. This was a very strange occurrence; it was incredibly rare that the man as without either ( Read more... )