we play pretend, you're just a cannibal

[persimmonsplz]

Who: Aizen Sousuke (alapimp ) & Ichimaru Gin (persimmonsplz )
When: November 1st, mid-morning
Where: Cottage de Aizen
Summary: Gin finally heads home after being a zombie.
Warnings: n/a

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[alapimp]

It had been long enough since the sensation of losing Gin's reiatsu signature reversed itself that Sousuke didn't do anything so impatient as snap the moment the other man walked through the door. Safe to say, he had been sure to spend the evening holed up in his cottage out of sheer preference, preferring an evening of calligraphy to distract him from the plethora of problems currently assailing their predicament.

The small desk in a corner of the living room still bore the paper with a large smear across the kanji that spoke of the moment the shock had hit him. It wasn't so much a mournful feeling as much as muddling concern and confusion (nothing ought to be able to kill Gin in Siren's Port, not if he was smart) but the evening had continued unpleasantly for Sousuke and he kept a sharp eye on the NV's main network all the same

[persimmonsplz]

Either Gin had forgotten it was Monday, or he was unaware. Whatever the case, he had obviously been expecting Aizen to be away doing... whatever Aizen did during the day, and for the most part, Gin was oblivious upon his entrance. There was a moment of shuffling as he shifted around the door to close it, and then he took off his jacket and - what would he do with it? The sleeve had been bitten through completely, and Gin spent a second fingering the tooth holes.

He'd figure it out later, on any account. Now was time for some watered down tea, maybe, and he'd need to change the gauze under the bandage wrapped around his forearm-

....

"-sit in the corner silently like that, an' yer gonna give someone a heart attack, taichou." Someone like Gin, good grief.

[alapimp]

So, an attack had taken place. Moreover, it appeared whatever it was had tried to make a meal of Gin without regard for his clothing. A monster, mindless enough to use natural assets.

Calmly, quietly, he asked, "What happened, Gin?"

[persimmonsplz]

... Right to the point. Of course.

He sighed. It was a heavy sigh. Certainly not the kind that Gin used normally when he thought something was ridiculous, and it wasn't appropriate to laugh about it. This one held weight, and Gin knew it.

"What didn't ya get from the network?"