[ There's a strange sight on the network, namely an unfinished roof with a couple of new boards nailed into place. It's
viewed upwards from a lap and silver hair can be seen now and again, along with crumbs that drift onto the screen to blot out this and that. Sousuke's voice breaks in at the same time; ]
- don't think it's a good idea to dress up in a sheet and go around pretending to be a ghost, that's all. It's a little ironic.
[ Gin's voice answers much closer. Overhead, in fact, and shortly after the sound of periodic banging can be heard in the background. ]
I could go dressed in my normal clothes instead~.
[ Thin fingers poke at the NV, fiddling around. The view swerves, righting itself, and shows Sousuke across the cramped, slanted conditions of the attic with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, hammering in replacements to fix the old ceiling-beams. It's half done and doesn't look too bad, considering his true talents lie elsewhere. Answering, he shrugs. ]
Your Hueco Mundo robes? Don't tell me, you could fit more candy up the bell-sleeves -
[ He arches an eyebrow, glancing over. ]
I asked you not to play with that.
OOC: Responses will be from both Gin and Aizen as they take a break from fixing up the attic in his cottage.