Night 41: Meeting Room 2
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Kenpachi stepped into the pure darkness of the room. If he were lucky, this was the kitchen. If he were really lucky, this room was filled to the brim with those nasty non-hollow monsters people seemed to talk about. Knowing his luck, however, it was probably filled with cute fluffy bunny rabbits or some other thoroughly disappointing surprise. He stepped forward, one hand out to feel for the counter, but instead his hands curled around something leather.
A chair like this? In the kitchen? There was only one reasonable answer to this conundrum. He probably wasn't in the kitchen.
"Damnit all to hell!" Kenpachi growled, picking up the chair and flinging it blindly across the room in frustration. He needed to find a weapon and find this rec field before the lack of a good fight drove him nuts.
Kenpachi stepped into the pure darkness of the room. If he were lucky, this was the kitchen. If he were really lucky, this room was filled to the brim with those nasty non-hollow monsters people seemed to talk about. Knowing his luck, however, it was probably filled with cute fluffy bunny rabbits or some other thoroughly disappointing surprise. He stepped forward, one hand out to feel for the counter, but instead his hands curled around something leather.
A chair like this? In the kitchen? There was only one reasonable answer to this conundrum. He probably wasn't in the kitchen.
"Damnit all to hell!" Kenpachi growled, picking up the chair and flinging it blindly across the room in frustration. He needed to find a weapon and find this rec field before the lack of a good fight drove him nuts.