The crew often speculated when their captain's sleeping hours were. One sect strongly believed that everytime his eyes closed due to the intensity of his smile, he dozed for a few moments and essentially power-napped through the day. Others guessed that he slumbered normally, but still with his persistent grin. The real answer, however, was much simpler: Gin slept when he wished
( ... )
There was no reaction. Seated in the corner, the shadows of the room seemed to wrap around Aizen's stern figure, his peering eyes staring at nothing. His smile - his real smile - was well placed, reflecting his arrogance, his security. It was as if upon his lips, there was a giant neon sign that read, “Don't fuck with me.”
“Gin.” His voice was soft, a faint whisper. It was then that he finally looked up, just barely, to stare at his comrade. “Having fun, I hope.” Small talk was pointless, and he already knew Gin's answer. He continued to speak without pause.
“Hanatarou and Kon. Who would have thought they'd be on the same ship as us?” Aizen sank deeper into his chair, crossing his legs casually. For such an uncomfortable chair, Aizen looked at ease. “Though, it appears you've already scared off our poor medic. Ah, it's no matter. You manipulated his circuitry, I'm guessing.” It, of course, wasn't really a guess.
Gin remained silent until he had finished his rhetorical questioning, hand resting idly on the hilt of his sword protruding from his belt. Years with the Confederation had taught hiim how to be casual with his sword; this had become his favourite resting position and it was always an effort not to revert to it in the presence of others.
"Who woulda thought. Two runaway science projects," Gin answered easily, tilting his head back in mirth. "Y'know, the Confederation's been pretty lax lately if they're lettin' all these guys skidaddle like this."
He wandered to the only other open seat within the cabin and sat himself, a collected, organised pile of thin limbs and pale skin.
"You manipulated his circuitry, I'm guessing.”"Sure did, buddy. An' it's not like he's gonna be gone for long. As much as he's gonna like it over there, he ain't gonna go nowhere without fillin' in a proper request. Which'll be rejected." He steepled his fingers. "The thing with the three-thousand-two-hundred series - y'know, the specimen numbers? - is that
( ... )
“His lips certainly did seem sealed.” His smile faded to a more serious expression, taking off his glasses. It was a wonder, how two pieces of glass in a metal frame had such a psychological impact - his intellectual look made him appear far more trustworthy. “I was rather surprised. I had expected him to come running to me. Sanctuary from the insane Captain
( ... )
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“Gin.” His voice was soft, a faint whisper. It was then that he finally looked up, just barely, to stare at his comrade. “Having fun, I hope.” Small talk was pointless, and he already knew Gin's answer. He continued to speak without pause.
“Hanatarou and Kon. Who would have thought they'd be on the same ship as us?” Aizen sank deeper into his chair, crossing his legs casually. For such an uncomfortable chair, Aizen looked at ease. “Though, it appears you've already scared off our poor medic. Ah, it's no matter. You manipulated his circuitry, I'm guessing.” It, of course, wasn't really a guess.
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"Who woulda thought. Two runaway science projects," Gin answered easily, tilting his head back in mirth. "Y'know, the Confederation's been pretty lax lately if they're lettin' all these guys skidaddle like this."
He wandered to the only other open seat within the cabin and sat himself, a collected, organised pile of thin limbs and pale skin.
"You manipulated his circuitry, I'm guessing.”"Sure did, buddy. An' it's not like he's gonna be gone for long. As much as he's gonna like it over there, he ain't gonna go nowhere without fillin' in a proper request. Which'll be rejected." He steepled his fingers. "The thing with the three-thousand-two-hundred series - y'know, the specimen numbers? - is that ( ... )
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