>>5269769You walk up to Tsukuya, ripping off part of your sleeve and using it to wipe her bloody hands, some of it being from the hollows and some of it her own from where she had split her knuckles, her own body not quite ready or used to the punishment it could dish out.
She smiles at you, giving you a peck on the cheek, while Tsunayashiro pounds against the ground in frustration. Shin goes over to half-help, half-haul him off the ground, but he struggles out of his grip. “How dare you touch me, you Rukongai scum!” He screams, and as Shin recoils as if he was struck, you decide to have a little fun, your eyes narrowing.
“Now now. Ain’t no reason to resort to name callin’ just ‘cause you ain’t worth shit, Kotaku-chan.” You say, a smug grin plastered on your face.
“What did you say!?” He says angrily, and you smirk even wider, gesturing to Shin as you continue.
“Ya heard me. And need I remind you, or in case ya hadn’t noticed somehow, the “Rukongai boy” over there’s actually managed to imprint on his zanpakuto, something you haven’t done, and he killed a hollow while you were sat there, pissin’ ya pants. If either of ya ain’t worthy to touch the other, I’d say you shouldn’t be touchin’ him.”
You throw an arm around Tsukuya, noting that Kisuke was silent, simply watching you. “Can’t believe you’re from one of the Five Great Noble Houses, but what’s even more unbelievable is that ya still somehow think you’re hot shit. Thought I showed ya wrong back on the first day, but I guess ya just learn slow, Kotaku-chan.”
“You…” He starts angry, but stops, the colour draining from his face as he begins to register what you’re saying, before his rage returns, even greater than before. “You bastard! You remembered who I was this whole time!?”
Your grin turns positively shit-eating as you point at him. “‘Course I did! Whaddaya take me for, a moron? No way I’d forget about the Tsunayashiro in the class! Ya might be trying to show me up, but I ain’t nearly as stupid as you!”
He seems to be struggling to come up with a response to that, and so you shrug, feeling your fun is spent. You turn to Kisuke, a calmer expression on your face. “Sorry ‘bout that, he was bein’ annoyin’.”
“Honestly, he probably deserved that dressing down, even if you were a little harsh.” Kisuke murmured, before clapping his hands, the serious air disappearing along with it. “Well, my little chicks! Follow me!” He exclaims, before walking off.
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>Ask him questions (what?)>Just follow 