You must be a new arrival. [Because you're definitely in Soul Society and this is still a trick of that evil were-cat.] It's normal for you not to look your age. I certainly don't.
... I don't remember talking to you. [He really doesn't care much for this apparent gap in memories.]
...I'm not, actually. I've been here about half a year. [ Yes, we are defintiely in Anatole and you don't remember this place. ] ...I actually look my age, for the most part. [ Glances down at himself. ] I do not normally look like this.
...we did. About Mists and fear. [ And Allen is insistent that you cared about it. ]
[He doesn't really care about cute kids or pouts or anything like that. He simply stares back with a look that's both annoyed and basically asking the question if this boy is an idiot.] Anything. Do I need to explain everything?
A sixteen year old is not always a brat. I think you're more of a brat than I am. [ He can't help saying that. ]
I am hardly the one being ambiguous with my words. [ Honestly. You're as bad as Kanda. ] If you mean the Mist--all I can say is that it is dangerous and causes hallucinations. Staying out of it is the best thing at the moment.
But some of them have been here for a long time. Simply...becoming younger in appearance shouldn't mean they forget their memories here.
[ He just thinks you look familiar, but he can't place why. ] ...maybe. May I have a name? [ Innocent blink. ]
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What are you talking about 'younger in appearance'? Such a thing isn't possible.
[Annoying brats.]
Byakuya Kuchiki. Do you understand now?
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[ What? Oh...he guesses you're one of those people. ] I'm actually...about sixteen. But something happened and I look only seven or eight right now.
...[ He frowns. ] Yes, I understand. We have talked...once or twice. [ Should he be taking on the "Sir"? ]
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You must be a new arrival. [Because you're definitely in Soul Society and this is still a trick of that evil were-cat.] It's normal for you not to look your age. I certainly don't.
... I don't remember talking to you. [He really doesn't care much for this apparent gap in memories.]
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...I'm not, actually. I've been here about half a year. [ Yes, we are defintiely in Anatole and you don't remember this place. ] ...I actually look my age, for the most part. [ Glances down at himself. ] I do not normally look like this.
...we did. About Mists and fear. [ And Allen is insistent that you cared about it. ]
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I don't like games, brat.
[He regards him with a superior stare, but there's something questioning about it, too.] ... What do you know?
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I'm not a brat! And I'm not playing any game of sorts with you.
[ Frowns seriously, but this ends up looking more like a childish pout than anything. ] Know about what?
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You said were sixteen. That is a brat.
[He doesn't really care about cute kids or pouts or anything like that. He simply stares back with a look that's both annoyed and basically asking the question if this boy is an idiot.] Anything. Do I need to explain everything?
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A sixteen year old is not always a brat. I think you're more of a brat than I am. [ He can't help saying that. ]
I am hardly the one being ambiguous with my words. [ Honestly. You're as bad as Kanda. ] If you mean the Mist--all I can say is that it is dangerous and causes hallucinations. Staying out of it is the best thing at the moment.
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You've some nerve, peasant. [He? A brat? Nonsense.]
Why? Mist is nothing to fear. The Seireitei probably fogs often.
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