I am the biggest hypocrite // I've been undeniably jealous [ closed ]
Who: Madarame Ikkaku (mala_suerte), Shihōin Yoruichi (goneonenight) and Suì-Fēng (supersedure). And Urahara too, but he's unconscious...
What: Bringing Urahara back home from the hospital.
When: 28/IV
Where: From the hospital to Yoruichi's and Urahara's home.
Warnings: Supposedly none...
On one hand, Suì-Fēng was somewhat disappointed Urahara Kisuke hadn't died yet. She knew that the chances of a man like him dying for a harpy bite were slim, but one can dream.
On the other, Yoruichi-sama needed some rest, so it was a good thing that they'd be finally able to carry him back home, it'd be definitely more comfortable than having to stay at the hospital. Besides, if he'd died Yoruichi-sama would have been sad for a long time. Suì-Fēng had mixed feelings about the matter, but she was completely sure of one thing: she didn't need any help helping Yoruichi-sama.
She might have got... carried away a bit, might have brought over more stuff than Yoruichi-sama actually needed for what had been only a few days in the hospital, but even on a spaceship wandering through the universe she was still a Shihōin princess, and she should have been as comfortable as possible, in every situation. Urahara Kisuke had sworn he'd been taking care of her, but Suì-Fēng didn't trust him one bit. And then he'd had the great idea of going and getting an infection, what a useless idiot.
Talking about useless idiots. She glanced at Madarame, wishing a glare was all she needed to make him vanish. And planning on carrying as many things as she could fit in her arms, just to prove Yoruichi there really was no need to call him over, and that she could do all of it on her own. She'd brought a few plastic bags with her, and was just finishing filling them up, without uttering a word. Because it was very likely that anything she could have said would have given away how bitter she was about the whole thing. And Yoruichi-sama did not need even more stress, at the moment.
What: Bringing Urahara back home from the hospital.
When: 28/IV
Where: From the hospital to Yoruichi's and Urahara's home.
Warnings: Supposedly none...
On one hand, Suì-Fēng was somewhat disappointed Urahara Kisuke hadn't died yet. She knew that the chances of a man like him dying for a harpy bite were slim, but one can dream.
On the other, Yoruichi-sama needed some rest, so it was a good thing that they'd be finally able to carry him back home, it'd be definitely more comfortable than having to stay at the hospital. Besides, if he'd died Yoruichi-sama would have been sad for a long time. Suì-Fēng had mixed feelings about the matter, but she was completely sure of one thing: she didn't need any help helping Yoruichi-sama.
She might have got... carried away a bit, might have brought over more stuff than Yoruichi-sama actually needed for what had been only a few days in the hospital, but even on a spaceship wandering through the universe she was still a Shihōin princess, and she should have been as comfortable as possible, in every situation. Urahara Kisuke had sworn he'd been taking care of her, but Suì-Fēng didn't trust him one bit. And then he'd had the great idea of going and getting an infection, what a useless idiot.
Talking about useless idiots. She glanced at Madarame, wishing a glare was all she needed to make him vanish. And planning on carrying as many things as she could fit in her arms, just to prove Yoruichi there really was no need to call him over, and that she could do all of it on her own. She'd brought a few plastic bags with her, and was just finishing filling them up, without uttering a word. Because it was very likely that anything she could have said would have given away how bitter she was about the whole thing. And Yoruichi-sama did not need even more stress, at the moment.