[ the admission is simple. delivered with such calmness, as if it is fact and gin makes a complicated expression as if she can't quite decide on what to feel at that. the instinct is that he is lying, urahara kisuke is dead. she was with him when that happened. she mourned him, there is no way this is simple. there is a trick somewhere, there always was when kisuke was involved.

pained: ] Urahara Kisuke is dead. So, Sato Naoyuki, don't go claiming a dead man's name unless you want his enemies to come after you. [ a word of advice that is delivered in an unkind tone.

a younger gin would've been flustered to hear that sort of words from someone who looked and sounded like kisuke. an older gin is not thrilled, the only betrayal of her innate shyness is the way she tucks a long strand of hair behind an ear, avoiding his eyes for a moment. ] Perhaps you should go back to your previous routine, it sounds bothersome to dream of the same face so often.

I'm Captain Akutagawa, not 'Gin'. [ not to you. ] And if you sneak into Soul Society again, I will throw you in a cell.