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[psychoticsilver]

Who: Ichimaru Gin and Abel Nightroad
What: Tea and a talking to
When: After blowing up the laundry room
Where: Kitchens?
Rating: Not sure, probably PG-13

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[priestish]

Scratching his cheek thoughtfully, he waited until Alessandro was out of view before tilting his head towards Gin, giving him a deceptively cheerful smile. How had Alec ended up catching this man's interest, of all people?

He pushed habitually at his glasses, he followed behind the Shinigami. "Yes, yes. That sounds lovely." Anything but. Honestly...

[psychoticsilver]

Gin was a master of smiles used for all sorts, so he wasn't completely fooled by the cheerful one he was just given - not that it mattered a whit whether or not Abel liked him or not.

"Feelin' better then?"

[priestish]

"Ah, yes. You're so kind to ask!"

He was already attempt to piece together ways in which to avoid this becoming unpleasant, but was at a distinct disadvantage without knowing what sorts of things triggered Ichimaru's dangerous edge. He would have to ask the other Captains for more information, later...

[psychoticsilver]

His smile just widened, staying silent. So kind, ah yes, Abel, so so kind. Slinking into the kitchen, he went to the fridge and grabbed a carton of milk.

"Yo' make the tea, I've got th'milk and sugar."