Ichimaru Gin is a fox-faced bastard (fox_face) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-10 00:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gin ichimaru, yachiru kusajishi |
"Eee! Konnichiwa, snakey-chan!"
Who: Gin Ichimaru & Yachiru Kusajishi
What: A sekret!Yakuza meeting in a candy store, followed by the most anti-stickup stickup ever. That's right. Hand over the candy and no one gets hurt.
When: After this encounter on the network.
Where: Candy shop in the OC.
Rating: Low, for language. Oh noes.
Status: Complete!
First there was Captain Hitsugaya and now Lieutenant Yachiru showing up? Things were getting interesting in Gin’s life, that was for sure. He wasn't sure if it was for better or worse.
He also knew that he had to watch his step and play stupid even more than before. He didn’t want this life’s revenge spree ruined by getting caught or having his cover blown. He supposed, possibly, that it was kind of nice to have other people around who were sneaky too, about what they did for a living.
Yachiru was ultra sneaky, so Gin was going to have to find ways to play nice and appease her. Which wasn’t hard, because she was fun and funny. That was always easier to be around, even when playing stupid.
He waited just inside the candy shop door, dressed all in white, for a pink-haired tornado of energy to come bursting right in, followed by a huge dent in his finances to pay for all the candy she was going to maow down on.
Yachiru had been figuring things out for herself, working out where she was now and finding her apartment near the university. It had been a long journey to travel here, but it was worth it for the business she would have to do and the activities that she was going to be doing once she was here. She wasn’t surprised to see Gin here; honestly, she’d expected him to be here, and only acted surprised as was natural for someone new around here.
Tugging on a hoodie that seemed popular to wear and some blue jeans, Yachiru happily made her way towards the address that Gin had given her. She was there, before Gin had arrived, watching him through narrowed eyes until she felt it was suitable to approach him. She bounced over to him, looking quite happy as she grinned in his direction. “Snakey-chan! Eee! Konnichiwa, snakey-chan!’ greeted Yachiru happily, running up to him with that unshaking grin on her features. It was weird to be here without Kenny, but Yachiru wasn’t exactly helpless herself.
Sneaky lil' pink-haired thing wasn't detectable by spiritual pressure! Gin held both hands up to the sides of his face in a over-dramatical 'oh no!' gesture before smiling at the girl. It was possible she hadn't dreamed yet, and so she was pretty safe from any other Shinigami in the area.
"Konnichiwa, Yachiru," Gin said with a bow at the waist. It was less stiffly formal and more sweeping stage bow. He briefly wondered where her other, fatherly half was. It was weird not to see him giving her a piggyback ride, on the way to a candy store. He continued to talk to her in Japanese, albeit with the same softened and laid back tone as when he spoke in English. Even if it tended to have a deceptively calming effect on others, he knew it wouldn't work on the pink terror. "I think ya already got into the sweets."
Yachiru was pretty much the same no matter who she was with or where she was; it was part of her excellent cover strategy, after all. Rather than bowing back (for she would never take her eyes off those next to her, not even for a bow, especially not with Kenny near her). While she appreciated his deep bow, Yachiru just clapped her hands and grinned broadly. While he’d bowed, she’d reached across and had snuck his wallet from him (an incredibly easy task for an infiltrator like herself). She held her prize out with a happy, cheerful laugh.
“Now, now, Snakey-chan! How could I have gotten into the sweets already without this? I mean, I don’t think even I’m good enough to have taken this from you until you were here already, right?” greeted Yachiru in high-pitched, energetic Japanese. She switched frequently between the male and female words in the language, not even caring about how improper or informal her choices. That was just Yachiru.
Not only did Gin accept her informalness - being so informal himself - but he slowly plucked his wallet back from Lil' Miss Sticky-Fingers. Literally and figuratively.
"Guess I'm offa my game," was Gin's reply, followed by a sheepish sounding chuckle and one of his hands rubbing at the back of his head, like he was dumbfounded. "California's kinda relaxed an' stuff, so I let my guard down. Guess I'm gonna haveta be more careful around you, or you'll steal all my money an' buy all the candy in Orange County. Then there won't be nothin' left for no one else."
He gestured toward the shelves nearby, where there was a veritable rainbow assortment of jelly beans and hard candies, not to mention taffies and chocolates of every flavor or shape or size.
"Anythin' ya want, ya got it. Gotta keep you an' Ken-chan happy, even if he's somewhere else."
Her eyes took in everything; she saw his carefree, laidback attitude and accepted it for what it was, but she wasn’t going to read too much into the situation just yet. “Aww, Snakey-chan, you shouldn’t ever let your guard down. You never know who’s watching. Besides!” Yachiru remarked cheerfully, her tone incredibly happy so that if anyone were watching them, they’d just see two friends. “I’m just that good! Now! Let’s see. Something for Snakey-chan, because he has to have candy, too!”
She offered him a sickingly sweet smile, a laugh escaping her that was too much of a high-pitched giggle to be anything normal. She turned her attention to the counter, eagerly bossing around the clerk and ordering way more than a healthy amount of candy. “Sooo, Snakey-chan,” she commented between her overly enthusiastic ordering, “what’s it like here, anyway?” Never mind that she wasn’t even speaking English to order; one might wonder if she actually knew English at all. She just chattered away in complicated Japanese to a baffled clerk. She carefully wasn’t mentioning Kenny. She didn’t necessarily want him to know that she’d been sent here by herself so far.
Gin smiled stupidly at the clerk, like he expected them to understand every word being chittered at him. He was profoundly unhelpful that way. Or maybe he liked seeing the poor guy squirm and scramble so he didn't get bossed around even more.
After about five minutes, he kinda took pity on him and said in English, "We'll take five of everything. An' if it's measurable, she'll want about five pounds of it."
He really hoped Yachiru hadn't walked, because Gin was going to leave her having to haul whatever she didn't eat, back to wherever it was she was living. Such is the way of the trickster soul reaper.
Once that was done and he placed a card down on the counter, Gin leaned against it and finally got around to replying to Yachiru, before she started to gnaw on the countertops or make blowfishes on the shop windows.
"It's pretty nice. I think you'll like it. Weird stuff keeps happenin', though," he was saying, this time lapsing into Japanese again. "If ya look at that network thing ya found me on, you'll see people're switchin' bodies. Stuff like that. But it sure beats it bein' boring. Do ya wanna know about somethin' specific? Like Disneyland? It's fun. I liked space mountain. Made my brain feel spinny."
He didn't mention the dreams at all. Gin liked to stay a few moves ahead of potential enemies or dangers.
Yachiru had read, and she’d read plenty of everything before meeting Gin here. It was interesting that for whatever reason, the people here could be affected almost by magic. She didn’t really believe in that sort of thing, but whatever was causing it was surely interesting. That was a good word for it. Interesting. But strangely enough, Gin hadn’t mentioned the dreams to her yet. She watched him through her insightful gaze even as she chattered onward to the helpless clerk in her constant flow of Japanese, correcting him on occasion when he grabbed something she didn’t want really. Huh. She wondered why he was hiding it from her, but she wasn’t about to let Gin know she knew about that just yet.
“Wait, you’re really Snakey-chan, then, right?” Yachiru remarked, a giggle escaping her quickly. “Changing bodies would be fun! I wonder if changing bodies with a cat would be possible, because then I could really have kitty ears and I’d be so adorable! And Kenny would just have to love me!”
Still refusing to speak in English, Yachiru pointed at the clerk again. “Hey, mister mustache face! You should give him a bag of chocolates, too, because he’s being really nice and paying for all this stuff for me!” She chattered away in her mixture of Japanese, her voice incredibly high-pitched as she practically danced over to the counter and giggled again in her excitement.
Gin continued smiling and would probably never give up the ghost on the dreaming issue. He didn't like admitting things. Not even with a dying breath.
"Ooo, that's right, I'mma sssssnaaaaaaaake," he joked in English, wriggle waving one arm out toward her, with waggling fingers. It was like watching someone playing with an invisible sock puppet. He pretend nipped at the nape of her neck before pulling his hand away. Since Mustache Face didn't seem to understand what they were saying at all, he lapsed back into Japanese to ask, "Did ya get sent here for somethin' or are ya gettin' away from it all?"
She played right into his joking around, happily taking the bag of goodies...rather, the bags of goodies, from the clerk into her own hands. Reaching out, Yachiru took hold of Gin’s hand and dragged him rather pointedly to one of the tables nearby, chattering happily as she walked, “I’ve got a snakey-chan!” Once she was sitting down, Yachiru gave Gin a bit more of a serious look.
“Well, yes, now that you asked! I’m a student, Snakey-chan! They want me to start studying computers. How boring is that! All work and no fun! But at least there I can send Snakey-chan all the cute little pictures possible so he’ll never be sad!” Yachiru flashed Gin a happy grin, choosing her words carefully without saying too much. They wanted her to go. The Yakuza. It was a cover up for a mission, of course, and she wasn’t about to blurt it out here, not even to Gin. The only person who knew anything that personal about her was Kenny, and he wasn’t here right now. Gin also didn’t need to know that, either.
Everyone had their secrets. Gin wasn't about to pry, because he liked to bide his time and let things play out, before making a move. He wasn't in any rush. With Yachiru, at this point, at least they worked for the same organization and he didn't have to worry quite so much.
Yet.
He wasn't sure how long that would last.
Regardless of what he was thinking, Gin was sitting across from her, popping some caramels into his mouth and chewing slowly, mouth closed, lips pulled into it's usual smirk even as he chewed. It gave him the look of a predator savoring it's prey, rather than simply eating yummy candies that required more chewing than the other candies did. Oh, it wasn't that he didn't want to talk? It was that he wanted some time to think over what she was saying to him.
"I ain't sad," he finally said, after swallowing down one of the sickningly sweet globs he had been gnawing on, "but I wouldn't mind those pictures. Since you're here an' learnin' about new things." He nodded a little bit to let her know he understood and then said in a sly, teasing way, "Especially those college girls. Send me lotsa photos of 'em, ok?"
The pink haired girl, small though she may be, was far from vulnerable. She popped in a chocolate into her mouth and grinned back at Gin even as he spoke. “You’re so silly, Snakey-chan! Pictures of girls! I’m no pervert, not me! Kenny wouldn’t allow it!” She giggled again, then she moved. She moved so fast. That was how she was able to infiltrate things; her small size made it easier for her to move.
She’d caught sight of a man trying to steal someone else’s wallet, and was two tables away in seconds. She deftly snuck the wallet out of their grasp, handing the wallet back to the man, who looked at her in bewilderment, then made her way back to Gin in a matter of seconds. She handed over two twenty dollar bills with a grin on her lips. “For the candy, Snakey-chan!” Yachiru remarked brightly, a grin on her features the entire time. She clearly didn’t feel bad for robbing the stranger, but that was how she worked, usually. “I’ll send you cute pictures, you know! Of cats and butterflies!”
"Ya gotta make it fun for me too," he was saying, before she was gone and back again. He had forgotten how quick she was. It was handy on one hand, and dangerous on the other. And there was no Kenpachi Zaraki around to defend her if she became a liability to him.
It's not that he wanted it to happen. But sometimes, people he liked got in the way. Gin didn't really enjoy having obstacles, not even the friendly ones. Even so, he was having fun while in wait-and-see mode, and Yachiru was having fun too. No need for any bloodshed.
"Aww ya shouldn't have," Gin said in a light and even tone, tucking the money away into one of his pockets with a fingertip. "Ya really shouldn't with cats an' butterfly photos, but I know ya probably gonna do it anyway."
Yachiru may be quick, but she was hardly defenseless. She knew how to hold up her own even around Kenpachi, who could kill even the most brutal men Yachiru was also quick enough to avoid getting struck by anything, even blood from his victims. So, when she other thanked him for the money, Yachiru let out a happy giggle and smiled brightly. “Course I should. I never want to take anything for granted, because that’s really rude!”
Then, for a moment, she turned serious. The part of her that looked after Kenny after a fight needed some form of release, and as Gin had been nice enough to meet her here, Yachiru reached out to touch his hand with a chocolate malt ball in her hands as a cover for her action. She passed it to Gin, but deftly caught his hand as she did so. “Gotta promise me something, Snakey-chan. Gotta promise me that you won’t ever get yourself killed, got that? Cause then...” She paused, then tilted her head to the side and let out a happy laugh again. “You couldn’t buy me more candy, and we both know Kenny won’t like it if he hears I run out of sweets!” And for the first time in the conversation, Yachiru switched briefly to her flawless English.
She pulled back from Gin and settled back happily, putting her feet up casually on the table to get comfortable. “This place is so sweet, Snakey-chan! I’m surprised a snakey would know about some place like this.” This was more for show for anyone who might be watching them, just in case someone was.
Oh, Gin knew she wasn't defenseless and there was a reason why Squad 11 avoided pissing off the tiniest person in their ranks. Yachiru also had her uses, and Gin was smart enough to know when it was better to be manipulative and use what one had at their devices. On the other hand, he had a really fast zanpakuto. There was the simple fact that he kept to himself, that he just did not want to dwell on killing someone like Yachiru. That would really suck, even by his standards of bloodshed. She was too darn happy and delighted with seemingly simple things that other people ignored. The world didn't have enough happy left in it.
Of course, then she went all serious face and Gin made a dumb face back at her when she had a hold of his hand. Even if it was only for a second or two, he casually smiled and made it look like he popped the chocolate ball in his mouth, followed by chewing and nodding along with what Yachiru was saying. He was really only chewing on his tongue and was in the process of placing what felt to be a fake plastic malt ball into his bag of candies. He was cupping it in the palm of his hand so it remained unseen, plucking out a piece of taffy so he could gnaw on it for a while. Later on, he'd study what was probably a name and address for a hit, much more carefully. Then he'd dispose of it.
"Oh this place? I looked it up reviews real quick-like," Gin said, a little too sweetly. He had noted her warning but not let it affect him too much, preferring to keep right on smiling anyway. He had no intentions of dying. Not again, if he could at all help it. "Cuz I'd hate ta bring ya someplace shitty. I know you're a candy connoisseur, Pinky-chan."
Never mind that she’d just handed him the name of someone he was going to kill. To Yachiru, this was business as usual. She did the research mostly with help from her hacking skills and helped make the decision on which person was best to carry out the mission depending on what she knew about the target. While they were international here, Yachiru made the decisions on her own, receiving an incredible amount of trust from the inner circle.
She switched back to Japanese, preferring to speak it instead of English. “Eee, I thought I said I was the only one who could make nicknames, Snakey-chan! And you’re damn right that you shouldn’t bring me to some place shitty. Kenny wouldn’t like that very much!” Never mind that women in Japan usually didn’t swear. Yachiru never minded rules like that so much.Hmm. There was still one more thing she had to do in this meeting and that was to give him payment up front. But how to do that without drawing attention? Ah, there we go! “Aww, Snakey-chan! They forgot the lollis we asked for! Can you go get some for me, please? I don’t think Mr, Mustache Face likes me much! He’s not very nice!” She let the last bit out in a pleasant sing-songy whine.
Even if the whining made him inwardly wince, her ‘ooo!you!’ reaction also made Gin laugh. It was fun sometimes to get under people's skin, no matter who they were. Gin was pretty good at it, and it was really funny to see Yachiru making faces and practically bouncing out of her seat.
"I know ya said it, but that don' mean I gotta stick to it either," he playfully reminded her. After all, Gin always did play by his own rules and no one else's. It was both the really good and really bad thing about him. If he seemed like a subordinate, it was only because he wanted people to think he was...and not because he actually was in his mind's eye or because he intended to stay that way, forever.
He turned in his chair, drooping one arm over the back of it and saying in flawless English, "Helloooo, Mr. Mustache? You forgot the lolly. Unless ya want teeth marks on your shins an' elbows, ya better bring some on over. Pronto." His attention was directed over at Yachiru again. "Ya want anything else? Like his pants, car, or firstborn?"
When the lollipops were briskly deposited onto the table like the clerk just wanted them to GO, Gin said in a light and airy sing-song voice, "Thank yooou an' bye~bye."
Yachiru might just be an infiltrator, but she had a way about her that helped convince people, much stronger people, to do things for her. Kenny was a great example, and she wasn’t sure exactly what it was that caused Kenny to stick by her side so loyally, but it might have been the fact that she wasn’t scared of him, at all, when most others were. And perhaps that’s why others did things for her, because they were scared of Kenny’s reaction if something happened to her. It wasn’t like Yachiru couldn’t take care of herself, though.
She grinned devilishly as Gin just turned and requested...more like threatened...for her candy. With the distraction that was provided, Yachiru reached into her own bag quickly and folded what was probably close to a thousand dollars into a candy bag, and she slid it across the table to Gin. It was only part of what he’d be paid, but she only had to deliver the mission, nothing else. And she was good for this job: no one would suspect that a pink-haired, grinning and giggling teenager-like girl would be delivering hit missions.
She gave Gin a sweet, sweet smile, her eyes sparkling even as she did so. “Well, Mr. Mustache isn’t being very nice so maybe...” She tilted her head to one side, letting out a giggle as she did. “He should pay for not being so nice. Kenny would make him pay.” She wasn’t going to say how he should pay, with money or with something else, but she’d let Gin figure that out, because she knew he liked acting on his own more often than not. And she wouldn’t be a very good coworker if she was dictating the entire outing.
Grin's smile split into a grin, which was more like he was bearing his teeth and ready to strike, than an act done out of happiness or delight.
As he enjoyed watching the poor shop clerk scramble, he slipped the candy bag into his pocket and said a little too pleasantly in English, "I'd hate for there ta be a mess in here, Mr. Moustache. She's real hyper an' I'm kinda fond of her, so it's not like I'm gonna stop anythin' from happenin' if she's upset. Which'd make me upset. No one wants that. So ya better get that rear in gear or else ya gonna have a couple o' angry customers. Nope, ya wanna throw in everything in that bin. That's right. That bin of rainbow swirly lollies. Right there. Yep. Yeeeep. Whole thing. Jus' put it in the bag an' hand it over."
And so they were effectively holding up the candy store for candy, without really holding it up. That was because now Gin was making it seem like the dissatisfied customers needed to be compensated. Pronto.
What? It wasn't like he threatened anything more than a mess happening. It wasn't like he was going to hack and slash the place up, or slice the whole building in half.
Maybe later. Or if he was bored one night and needed a laugh.
And Yachiru was amused, but she was watching the whole thing with her far-too intelligent gaze, despite her overly cheerful attitude. She was grinning happily and giggling at the scene, but her eyes were surveying far more than the usual observer. Gin was efficient, she had to give him that. Still, not once had he mentioned the dreams to her. She tilted her head sideways, curious. Was she in his dreams, then? Did he fight Kenny in them? Perhaps. She was wondering who he was in his dreams, because she was sure he dreamed, just like everyone else, otherwise he’d have mentioned them by now since he hadn’t hesitated to bring up anything else.
She leaned back in her chair, comfortably watching as she got all the candy from the store. Well, this would certainly keep her going for a bit! Maybe if she made a new friend she’d deliver them some candy as a welcome present. Mission accomplished and paid, with no one suspecting anything at all. Granted, it wasn’t a problem here in the US to pull something like this off even in broad daylight, but that was besides the point, now. She still liked to be sneaky while she could, not wanting to get out of practice.
“Oh, and Snakey-chan!” she called out in her shrill Japanese, her expression still open and cheerful. “I’ll be sure to give you some of this candy when I dream about you next, kay?” She didn’t mention that she hadn’t started the dreams yet, but Yachiru was no fool. She wasn’t an infiltrator just for her speed and small size, after all. She could deduce things quickly and she was usually confident in her deductions. She had no clue, of course, what she would dream or when they would come, but she was quite sure that Gin was in them some how.
"Ya gonna dream 'bout me?" Gin asked, sounding and looking surprised. His eyes didn't open for one moment, but his eyebrows did raise up, his mouth hung open for a few token seconds, like he was dumbfounded. It was the classic 'huu?' expression, which Gin was equally good at. Gin was really good at being one of those books that people could only judge by the cover, because the pages contained invisible ink. Nothing but blank pages. "Huh. I'm kinda flattered, 'Chiru-chan. I dinnit know ya had a crush on me."
He went right back to his ever-present smiling expression again.
Now that was a dead giveaway that in whatever dream world she was in, Gin was part of it, and Yachiru giggled in amusement. He neither confirmed nor denied it, just as before, but if she asked about something else that was going on around here, he would answer calmly. That was amusing. It was giving information without needing to do or say anything special at all.
“Kenny would have to like you better if I had a crush on you,” remarked Yachiru playfully, not at all bothered by his comment like some girls would be in this situation. It was plain and simple: Kenpachi would have to like whomever she liked, because there was no way she was seeing anyone he didn’t like completely. “Besides! People dream about bad things all the time without having crushes on them, so just because I will dream about you doesn’t mean that I like you! Silly Snakey-chan!” She used her tenses carefully, using the certain future rather than might or may, watching still as the poor clerk at the candy shop gathered up all of his precious candy for them.
"Ahh, ya have looked at the network," Gin casually replied, lightly patting a hand on the big haul of candy bags after the clerk plopped them down on the table, between them. He even leaned around candy bag mountain to peek at her, even if he was squinting as always. "That stuff dunnit probably dunnit happen to everyone, Pinky. I ain't dreamed nothin'. Hey, Mr. Mustache? Did ya dream about anythin' weird?"
"NO!" was the yelped reply, because the smiley one was freaky and the pink haired one made him want to crap his pants and he didn't know why.
"See? He ain't dreamed nothin'." Gin shrugged. He was banking on the fact that people like janitors and shop clerks and waitresses and drive-thru employees (*snerk*) didn't all have dreams, only a few select people did. And he was happy to take up the mantle of not being one of them. "I think you're funny. But not 'nuff to date ya. That'd be like datin' Kenpachi too, since ya all are a package deal."
As it was, he was currently in a friends-with-benefits situation with someone he liked...and he didn't tell her anything about himself, either. He also wasn't volunteering her name during this conversation. That stuff was private.
She gave the clerk a really friendly grin, the sickeningly sweet kind that she bestowed upon those who were pissing her off. “Are you sure you didn’t dream anything weird?” she asked in perfect English, her eyes sparkling as she eyed him down dangerously. All it took was her stare for a few moments to get him to say a frantic, “no, miss, I’m sorry! You’re right, I did dream something weird!” Yachiru clapped her hands together enthusiastically, laughing brightly over at Gin. “You just didn’t ask nicely enough!” she chattered back at him in Japanese, accusingly sticking her finger in his face.
“Aw, Snakey-chan! You don’t like Kenny?” she whined, her eyes changing again to a dangerous shade of darkness as she stared him down. Kenpachi, her partner in crime, was probably somewhere back in Osaka still, but Yachiru had yet to tell Gin this nor was she going to. She didn’t know if he’d try to take advantage of her somehow without Kenpachi around, but she wasn’t willing to risk that chance. Besides, it was good having a full force army of one behind her!
"What'd ya dream about, Mr. Mustache?" Gin chimed in, blatantly putting off answering and letting Yachiru's eyes continue to bore holes into the side of his skull. He wasn't flinching or nothing.
"I dreamed about being naked in a pit of octopuses and all of them were laughing at me!"
"Aww, sounds like ya got self-confidence issues. Bet a shrink'd have a good time pickin' your brain ta pieces." Or Captain Kurotsuchi would. But there was no guarantee that the clerk was going to get the brain pieces back again, or have his brain function, either.
When Gin was satisfied with Mr. Mustache's answer - or he should be named Mr. Piddle Pants at this rate - he finally smiled over in Yachiru's direction and leisurely said, "I like 'im just fine. But I ain't into no package deals. I'm too darn lazy."
Gin stretched out his arms and yawned, before slouching down in the chair a little, like he might slip right out of it and onto the floor for a cat nap.
Her gaze stared sharply at Gin for a few moments after he finished interacting with the clerk, her attention devoted solely to their conversation at the moment, avoiding everything and anything that she had to do with the clerk now. “Then you’d never be good enough for me,” remarked Yachiru, her tone a unique mix between happy and cheerful and deadly all at the same time, a tone that only Yachiru could really pull off because of her appearance. Anyone who wanted her would have to take Kenpachi with her, because she wasn’t abandoning him any time soon.
Still, Gin had his uses. He could carry out missions that she didn’t want to do, missions that she could just hand off regardless of the consequences. “Long as you don’t piss either of us off, you’ll keep yourself alive and well,” remarked Yachiru happily, though her eyes spoke of a different story. “Now then, Snakey-chan! Who’s going to help me carry all this candy back to my apartment?” Yachiru stated with a giggle and a clap of her hands. She’d walked here on purpose, determined to give him work to do, especially now with him looking all lazy like that!
Well, to be fair? Gin didn't answer just to Yachiru or Kenpachi, or...anyone. He had already slithered up to the top people he wanted to be closer to, even if he had the intentions of doing them harm someday. It was just another rung in the ladder that was his ongoing revenge agenda, one that he never told other people about. He was crappy at elaborating or letting secrets slip out.
"Yeah yeah, sure. I ain't got no intention of doin' nothin' ta rock no boats," he easy-breezily replied, showing no signs of moving or being intimidated. One didn't hang out with the likes of Aizen for that long, and not be an expert at holding their own in the face of adversity or certain death and dismemberment. As for walking? Nope, he's too lazy and he's not batting a eyelash at even the mention of doing any kind of things that resembled work. "I brought the convertible, today. We can go there with the top down."
The minute she was out of the car, he was hucking that candy out and hitting the gas. ♥