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[maelstroms]

[ Sunset finds Ukitake to be settled upon a rooftop (is it one you happen to recognize, perchance?), sitting in seiza as the heat of the day wanes, brown eyes diligently overlooking the city. In light of recent events, he has forgone wearing both captain's haori and shihakusho in favor of donning a white, button-up shirt and dark dress slacks, his

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[turquoice]

Considering that time's stopped back home while we're here, I'm not sure how much dancing he's doing.

[ He's grumpy because of the Bellatrix debacle :C ]

[maelstroms]

[ Oh, he knows. In regards to both the statement and Hitsugaya's seemingly incurable case of tsundere.

For a moment though, he falters visibly - the last he'd seen of Shunsui is something he'd rather not dwell upon. Shot in the back, because of his mistake and no other's.

Ah.

His grip on the glass of sake tightens.

Then, spoken as though he were teaching a lesson of vital importance: ] I believe it's the sentiment that counts, Hitsugaya-taichou, regardless of time or place.

And is it not true that time is frozen in different periods, for all of us? Somewhere, he is. I have faith in that.

[turquoice]

[Hitsu notices the slight changes, watching him closely out of the corner of his eye]

Either way, I'm sure he'd like the idea.

[maelstroms]

[ A nod. ]

Thank you, for saying that.

[turquoice]

Hmph.

[Whatever will get you to stop being so weird and nostalgic...]