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[infidus]

Who: Aizen, Gin and Ulquiorra
When: Shortly after this thread
Where: Aizen's mansion in the upper class district.
Format: Staring with paragraph, but answer with whatever!
What: Ulquiorra is here, it's a party. ...no, there's not actually a party.
Warnings: None that I know of.

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[godslaying]

He'd been wondering when the Espada would start showing up. Well, wondering might be a strong word. Gin mostly just watches. But considering some of the familiar faces among the newly arrived lately, he wasn't surprised that an old comrade finally graced the Door.

Even if he had been, how could you tell?

"It'd be my pleasure." A little nod of his head before he glided from the room to meet Ulquiorra at the door. A skeletal hand appeared from his sleeve to turn the knob, the other arm bracing above the door frame.

"Ain't you a sight for sore eyes." Even if Gin's are closed. Side by side, they kind of resemble a pair of comedy and tragedy masks. He pulls back, allowing the door to swing open wider.

"Guess we can skip the pleasantries. Don't wanna keep Aizen waitin'."

[sombras_blancas]

     It had not been a difficult task at all. There was absolutely no way he could miss such a familiar spiritual presence, and once he had gotten a bead on the location of his direction of interest, the Cuarta Espada made short work of the distance that lay between him and his lord

[infidus]

It wasn't difficult to imagine Ulquiorra's inevitable reaction to his residence in Anatole. Anyone familiar with Las Noches would have been thrown... as would anyone who had known him from his days in Soul Society. Then, he had provided himself only with the most modest living arrangements - a simple place full of books dim lights, filled with the scent of green tea light incense: the light scent of jasmine, or sandalwood and clove. That place had been small and neat, yet cluttered, and cozy - well-suited the man who lived there - the soft-spoken, humble captain of Division 5

[godslaying]

Whatever his true feelings about tea, Gin inches his smile up just a bit at Aizen's invitation. And though he'd much rather remain standing, perpetually at Aizen's back, he must take a seat this time. He passes by Tousen's chair - ah, those were the days. So many blind jokes, so little time.

Gin sits, picks the kettle up by the handle between two fingers. "Wonder who was winning." Halfway through the game. Checkmate is still some time away. He pours himself a little of the tea and places the kettle back down, leaving plenty for Ulquiorra.

"Did ya run into any of our little shinigami friends?"