‘ my my, i H O P E that wasn’t addressed to me. ’
"It would appear that Shinigami are rather quick to assume— despite conversation being directed elsewhere.”
"Been around the world, don’t speak the language—but your
booty don’t need explainin’. All I really need to understand
is when you talk dirty to me~”
He doesn’t quite believe what Ishida says, but doesn’t respond to
that particular observation, instead reserving his opinions for the
second piece of their conversation.
"Hey, I don’t know what you’ve been up to while I was
back in Soul Society. Maybe ya’ decided that the job
of a Quincy was too hard or boring or somethin’.”
"Is that so? Perhaps I overestimated your ability to comprehend, Abarai. Were you the slightest bit intelligent, you’d have realized how utterly foolish those words would sound— before they had a chance to escape your mouth.”
Gazing upon the male as though a stare could add further emphasis - reflective lenses gleam. Taking the moment in which he too, should pause, the teenager then adjusts that which rests upon the bridge of his nose; lingering, if only for a moment.
Honestly, "I assure you, being a Quincy is most certainly nothing to get bored of.”
I will not hope for
—— I will e n s u r e it.
Happy birthday to my wonderful Ryuken!
Go wish the mun a very happy birthday, today! 💖
Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.”
"Hey, that’s rude, y’know. Ya’ can’t just call people who
helped save your life crazy.”
“‘Sides, Ichigo’s busy, and Karakura’s got a Hollow
problem. Were you plannin’ on just ignorin’ it?”
"I assure you— crazy is most certainly not how I defined you." Idiotic, perhaps. But certainly not in those terms.
“However— to suggest that I’d ignore such a thing is almost laughable. Surely you know better than that.”
& if it was the choice of living without you
or perishing in the flames with you;