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[godslaying]

Who: Priscilla (oneforthewar), Gin (godslaying)
When: Afternoonish
Where: The park!
Format: Paragraph
What: Gin has a little treat for Pris.
Warnings: Nothing but the smile.

Comments

Yeah I wonder why o_o I HOPE YOU DONT MIND THE PRESENT TENSE CRY

[yetsleeping]

There's something a little weird about Gin, and Priscilla isn't silly enough to miss it. For one thing, she's heard the stories about him... and the man he serves. And while she's not one to immediately believe tales, especially when it comes to political disagreements and things like that, she's also not one to disregard them entirely.

Still.

There's reason enough to be wary that she would be concerned about taking anything from him, if she weren't all but immune to anything one could put on a fruit. None of which is to say that the concern shows on her face - it does not. Rather, she gives a smile, as she accepts it, and glances around for somewhere to sit down, her movements quick and sharp.

Even if she's wary, there's no reason to be suspicious!

...yes, that makes sense. Well, to her.

"I don't mind sitting down! I didn't know you had specific days off, or schedules or anything like that." And here comes the talking. "You know... I've never had a scheduled day off! At least not before I came here. And even then it was really only because I had to, I mean because people made me. Usually I just work when I'm needed, which is most of the time, especially since I don't like to do nothing. It feels like I'm doing nothing." She frowns, a little furrow of her brow registering just a little confusion over that last bit. ...well, there's no reason to linger on it.

"Anyway! Do you like tables or rocks or tree stumps or the ground? It doesn't matter to me."

And then, a little pause. Didn't he ask her something?

"Oh! What, the cold? I don't feel it, really, I just adjust my body temperature."

I DO NOT.

[godslaying]

Gin gives a subtle point to a cluster of tree stumps nearby, requiring just a short stroll from their meeting place. The gift given, his hands slide back into the bell of the opposite sleeve, disappearing from view.

"I guess we have that in common. This is my first day off ever since I became a Shinigami." He sighs as claims one of the tree stumps, leaning forward in a way that would make Aizen want to tell him to sit up straight, the message still conveyed in a glance that Gin sometimes...missed. "It was hard work. I didn't mind it though." He smiles at her. "'Course, it helped that I seemed to have a natural talent for it."

He pauses for a moment, thinks of her words.

"Must come in handy, bein' able to do something like that."

/celebrates with a dance

[yetsleeping]

"The first day ever?" The words come out before she really intends to say them... but come to think of it, she would have said the exact same thing anyway. After what she's learned about the lifespan of Shinigami, the idea of working without a day off for all that time is fairly amazing, even for her. It makes her wrinkle her nose.

"That's a very long time to-- well actually, I guess I don't know how long you've been working. But even soldiers on my world... well! I wouldn't say we get days off exactly but there's a lot of walking, so we're not always fighting and--"

And she keeps rambling. She wrinkles her nose again.

"Sorry! I talk a lot sometimes." Not that he wouldn't have noticed. "...it does come in handy!"

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE. >.<

[godslaying]

"I think I'll keep that to myself. Admitting it makes me sound like an old man." And well...he has his hair for that, even though his face is youthful. "Suffice it to say I was just a boy when I chose this path."

His eyebrows raise, the only change in his expression with those narrowed eyes and stretched grin.

"You feel free to talk to your little heart's content. But first." A bony finger points to the little bag in her hand. "Sorry if I seem impatient. It's just been awhile since I shared these with someone. It brings back memories."