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[godslaying]

Who: Priscilla (oneforthewar), Gin (godslaying)
When: Afternoonish
Where: The park!
Format: Paragraph
What: Gin has a little treat for Pris.
Warnings: Nothing but the smile.

Comments

UGH I DONT KNOW WERE MY HEAD WAS AT IM HERE NOW IM SO SORRY

[yetsleeping]

Priscilla arrives on time, the way she always does (unless she gets sidetracked by a fight, of course, but not today). And, as she does these days, she arrives in Native dress, mostly, her sword concealed... mostly!... behind her long cloak.

She's gotten used to those.

Finding Gin isn't too terribly difficult. Even if she isn't as good at reading reiatsu as she is at yoki, his reading has never been subtle, or difficult to pick out. And so she follows it, through the unfamiliar trees. And she isn't humming a tune in her head or anything like that, but one wouldn't be able to tell from the little spring in her step.

People probably shouldn't get this excited about new foods, especially people like her. She barely even eats.

Still, when she appears next to him - dropping seemingly out of nowhere - she is already smiling.

"Hello!"

A LOT OF US ARE STRUGGLING WITH THAT.

[godslaying]

Her appearance was sudden enough to make Gin actually open his eyes...or what passes for open eyes for him. A sliver of icy blue, cold enough to stop the heart but gone with the next beat of it.

A creepy girl, indeed.

"Right on time, Miss Prissy." His smile stretched with the drawl, so wide that if it were just a little lower, it would give Gin the appearance of a slit throat. He reaches into the sleeve of his white robe with choreographed slowness, and when it recoils, he's holding the clear little bag between two fingers, the dark orange fruits visible within.

"Shall we find a place to sit for awhile? I'm in no hurry. Captain's gave me the day off." He leans forward, trying to make up the difference between his height and her much smaller form. "You ain't so cold, are ya?"

Yeah I wonder why o_o I HOPE YOU DONT MIND THE PRESENT TENSE CRY

[yetsleeping]

There's something a little weird about Gin, and Priscilla isn't silly enough to miss it. For one thing, she's heard the stories about him... and the man he serves. And while she's not one to immediately believe tales, especially when it comes to political disagreements and things like that, she's also not one to disregard them entirely

I DO NOT.

[godslaying]

Gin gives a subtle point to a cluster of tree stumps nearby, requiring just a short stroll from their meeting place. The gift given, his hands slide back into the bell of the opposite sleeve, disappearing from view.

"I guess we have that in common. This is my first day off ever since I became a Shinigami." He sighs as claims one of the tree stumps, leaning forward in a way that would make Aizen want to tell him to sit up straight, the message still conveyed in a glance that Gin sometimes...missed. "It was hard work. I didn't mind it though." He smiles at her. "'Course, it helped that I seemed to have a natural talent for it."

He pauses for a moment, thinks of her words.

"Must come in handy, bein' able to do something like that."