Bad company
Who: Kenpachi Zaraki (xxkenpachixx) and Hanatarou Yamada (be_gentlexx)
When: Way, way backdated to some unknown time shortly after Hanatarou arrived - it just needed to be done, no matter how late
Where: Jubilee's Home for Wayward Souls
Summary: Jubilee invited Hanatarou into her apartment without being completely clear on the whole "Kenpachi lives here, too" thing
Warnings: Kenpachi swearing, Hanatarou traumatizing
Kenpachi walked into the kitchen. Wearing jeans and a black shirt for his shift at Club 24 and without his sword, he looked like an average human rather than a Shinigami. An average human in the world's bloodiest motorcycle gang, maybe, but there wasn't anything to peg him as a Gotei captain. Whatever he was or looked like, he needed to grab something to eat before work.
He opened the refrigerator and leaned in, his bulk easily eclipsing the opening. Grabbing the ingredients for a sandwich looked like the easiest thing to do, so he reached for meat and cheese. He never would get used to these fucking little packages. As far as he was concerned, real food didn't come like that. Then his eyes fell on an empty jar.
Kenpachi pulled his head out of the fridge and yelled out to any roommates who might be around, "Hey! Who used the last of the damn mayo?"
When: Way, way backdated to some unknown time shortly after Hanatarou arrived - it just needed to be done, no matter how late
Where: Jubilee's Home for Wayward Souls
Summary: Jubilee invited Hanatarou into her apartment without being completely clear on the whole "Kenpachi lives here, too" thing
Warnings: Kenpachi swearing, Hanatarou traumatizing
Kenpachi walked into the kitchen. Wearing jeans and a black shirt for his shift at Club 24 and without his sword, he looked like an average human rather than a Shinigami. An average human in the world's bloodiest motorcycle gang, maybe, but there wasn't anything to peg him as a Gotei captain. Whatever he was or looked like, he needed to grab something to eat before work.
He opened the refrigerator and leaned in, his bulk easily eclipsing the opening. Grabbing the ingredients for a sandwich looked like the easiest thing to do, so he reached for meat and cheese. He never would get used to these fucking little packages. As far as he was concerned, real food didn't come like that. Then his eyes fell on an empty jar.
Kenpachi pulled his head out of the fridge and yelled out to any roommates who might be around, "Hey! Who used the last of the damn mayo?"