The moment the other end cut off, Izuru had broken down. He had been on the verge of it for quite a while, through his conversations with both Gin and Momo, which was exactly why he would only let his voice be broadcast. It was at least a bit easier to stay calm while having a conversation, even if that conversation wasn't calming in itself. He knew she had to hate him for attacking her and helping his captain, and now he would be doing nearly the same thing, most likely. Yet he could never disobey now that he had agreed to help Ichimaru again. For that, he hated himself. Though this wasn't anything new.
He froze upon hearing Gin's voice, stopped gripping his hair and looked up slowly, his hands still shaking slightly.
"...I-I, ah...it's nothing..."
Well, it wasn't, but he had no idea what to say to that.
Gin blinked down at him a moment, and then grinned. He couldn't help it (he never could), the man was exactly where he had expected to find him. Not putting too much thought into it he reached out his hand to drag him off the floor.
"It don't look like nothin' from here." He observed cheerfully.
If Gin was phased, he didn't show it. He simply took a step back from Izuru and stared at him a moment. "Ya could try sayin' what ya think." He shrugged.
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He froze upon hearing Gin's voice, stopped gripping his hair and looked up slowly, his hands still shaking slightly.
"...I-I, ah...it's nothing..."
Well, it wasn't, but he had no idea what to say to that.
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"It don't look like nothin' from here." He observed cheerfully.
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"What do you expect me to say?" It came out a bit snappy for his usual tone, he wasn't in a mood to hide that.
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