Not at this moment or any moment after, I am here representing my boss, I don't want to get fired. [ which, of course means finding oneself at the bottom of yokohama's port with concrete feet or worse.
she notes with approval that he has armed himself though she has a feeling that blades and swords and maybe even bullets wouldn't hurt a shinigami that badly. would it? time to table that question for later, once they've solved this tiny problem.
no lie in his answer though gin has never held any doubts towards urahara, his words had always been taken as truth when presented. moments like this, she wonders if she's just simply not asking the right sort of questions. in this place, however, he is her responsibility, gin had asked for his company-wanted it, in that short-sighted way some people with feelings do things. ]
Alright. Let's see if I can find out.
[ she steps forward towards their unwanted visitor, the knife visible in her hand--the second knife not yet so. ]
Port Mafia stand aside, my business is with that escort you brought.
[ oh dear. gin hates speaking in these types of situations. ]
He's here with me, you're going to have to settle your grievances elsewhere.
Ha? You sound like a little girl. Who knew the Port Mafia would use little girls for important business.
[ gin is only partially offended, obviously this man had never had to face izumi kyoka who was younger than gin, cuter and had pretty high kill count but... ]
The Boss has important dealings with Fukuchi-sama, let's keep this civil.
Which is why I'll just have a quick minute or two with your companion here. He ought to know better than to show his bitch face where we could find him.
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Date: 2023-01-25 12:02 am (UTC)she notes with approval that he has armed himself though she has a feeling that blades and swords and maybe even bullets wouldn't hurt a shinigami that badly. would it? time to table that question for later, once they've solved this tiny problem.
no lie in his answer though gin has never held any doubts towards urahara, his words had always been taken as truth when presented. moments like this, she wonders if she's just simply not asking the right sort of questions. in this place, however, he is her responsibility, gin had asked for his company-wanted it, in that short-sighted way some people with feelings do things. ]
Alright. Let's see if I can find out.
[ she steps forward towards their unwanted visitor, the knife visible in her hand--the second knife not yet so. ]
Port Mafia stand aside, my business is with that escort you brought.
[ oh dear. gin hates speaking in these types of situations. ]
He's here with me, you're going to have to settle your grievances elsewhere.
Ha? You sound like a little girl. Who knew the Port Mafia would use little girls for important business.
[ gin is only partially offended, obviously this man had never had to face izumi kyoka who was younger than gin, cuter and had pretty high kill count but... ]
The Boss has important dealings with Fukuchi-sama, let's keep this civil.
Which is why I'll just have a quick minute or two with your companion here. He ought to know better than to show his bitch face where we could find him.
[ and this is turning uncivilised very quickly. ]