Today is Ukitake-taichou's birthday. Go bother him now.

IT'S HITSUGAYA, DAMMIT!

Medication for migraines. Please.

[His tone is commanding, just a little bossy, as if addressing his own division. He doesn't explain himself at first either.Count. Start at one-hundred, and count down until you find yourself distracted. If you experience any thought other than of a number, start over. Keep going until the thoughts stop coming ( Read more... )

[The video begins with a glaring paradox. Someone is holding up Hitsugaya's PCD, but Hitsugaya is the one in the recording, sound asleep in bed ( Read more... )

((ooc: Following this conversation here: I love you, Kenchan. Honest.))

[Only a few people in all of Adstringendum have had the opportunity to see Hitsugaya quite like this - that brow twitch, those bared teeth, those large, wild eyes exaggerated so fiercely that they all say if you were standing within reach, he would cut you clean in half and ( Read more... )

If this is true, it's doubtful we'll remember any of this. If it's untrue, then this was all an aggravating waste of time, just like every other moment we spend here. There's no point in saying goodbye or sulking about yet another bothersome ploy to upset what little semblence of balance we retain ( Read more... )

[His tone is slightly strained, the tone of someone who's probably tired of listening to people talk about waiting out the blizzard.]

Don't assume this storm will end soon. It won't. I doubt it's even halfway fulfilled its course.

I suggest you deal with any necessities before it gets worse, not after.

If your request still stands, tomorrow works well.

[Oh my goodness, what is this? An intentional video post? From Hitsugaya? It's been a long time, hasn't it? No, the world isn't ending. He's just too damn tired to mess with the settings ( Read more... )