[♔ 15. ] [video/action; locked to the espada and gin like a baws]

[alapimp]

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[persimmonsplz]

[Arrancar totally don't need human food, so we all know who these snacks are really for~]

[... Right?]

[alapimp]

[ The gingerbread men have your smile, pudding. ]

[persimmonsplz]

[What smiles? Gin always eats the heads first~]

[alapimp]

[ You'll have to do an Encyclopedia on Christmas, you realise. To help them adapt. ]

[itsatrep]

[Luppi has taken a gingerbread man and woman from the cookie pile and is currently trying to make them anatomically correct with pieces from other cookies.

He's sitting at the table, just waiting for someone (*cough*Grimmjow*cough*) to question whether he belongs there.]

[cero_oscuras]

[By the time most of the others were trickling in, Ulquiorra was already seated at the table with a cup of tea nearby. He had a fair amount of work going on though, and his eyes were currently drawn to the papers he had in front of him.]

(I know you guys wanna troll him for his birthday. I'll back tag this like what ok?)

[itsatrep]

[Somehow Luppi isn't surprised that Ulquiorra is buried in work instead of talking to any of the other Espada as they gather. He wonders for a minute if it's really worth the effort of trying to tease him, when he's so unlikely to react, but then decides he's up for the challenge. Besides, his gingerbread art is finished, with the two cookies posed on the table taking advantage of their new parts.]

Is that work really more interesting than me?

[gamuzadeclares]

[Nelliel's taken a single cookie - one of the ones that looks like a wrapped present. She doesn't need to eat human food, but she's tried it on occasion. She looks at Luppi's 'art' nonplussed. She's silent, though her expression speaks for itself.]

[itsatrep]

[Luppi sees her look at the cookies.]

Do you need me to explain it to you, Tercera-san?

[grimmjerk]

[ One former Sexta Espada shoves his way into the meeting room over an hour late compared to everyone else - the door bangs loudly against the wall and, if someone takes the time to look, they'll notice that he's trailing a nice line of bright red blood splatters behind him. Recently new clothes torn and ragged, wounds spread across his skin, he looks...

...he actually looks kind of satisfied.

He'll drop into his seat without a word, taking just long enough to give Luppi the most disdainful of looks before eying the cookies because...what the hell are those? ]

[itsatrep]

[Luppi meets the disdainful look with a look of faked surprise.]

Picking on more powerless humans, Sexta-san?

[grimmjerk]

If I wanted to pound a weakling into the dirt, I'd call you.

[itsatrep]

I promise if you do, I won't send the Quincy after you to defend my honor.

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[alapimp]

[ The doors open and permit Aizen, ignoring the ruckus as he seats himself. Looking around, he notes the absences and reaches out for his tea. ]

Grimmjow. You couldn't clean up?

[grimmjerk]

[ Has, in the meantime, picked up a Santa to peer at incredulously before laying it aside. ]

It was already late.

[alapimp]

Allowances can be made for your comfort, but your promptness is appreciated.

Kindly explain yourself.

[grimmjerk]

The Quincy called me out. Would've been rude to ignore him.