He'll be insufferable if he takes credit for anything, complain about how slopping your blueprints were and so on. [ gin shakes her head, her hand still on his arm light but present. there is still shyness there but the little bubbling happiness of this reunion is making gin do things to make sure kisuke knows he was missed.
and of course, she is naively assuming he will return to soul society after the paperwork erasing those mistaken crimes is fully submitted, his record cleaned out--ah, but gin has always been a touch innocent about the bureaucracy of soul society. ]
I wish you had gotten a couch, sitting on the floor can't be good for your body until you're fully rested.
[ but this was better than him working as he had been prior to her arrival. ]
Take it easy on him. He's sure to be boiling with frustration. On the other hand, you're positively glowing, hm?
[As ever, he felt that gentle impression of Gin's interest, barely disguised especially as she made her subtle excuses to be close. More than a few times, she'd gone out of her way to take care of him after messy missions and, in turn, didn't utter a single complaint when he returned the favor.
Yoruichi once told him she'd crush his manhood if he hurt Gin and he was inclined to believe that vow was back from its pause with Soul Society's relaxation of his exile becoming more a matter of formality.
Even so, he knew he'd have a disappointing answer or two for her down the line.
Continuing to the kitchen with Gin, he was careful to let her follow so she wouldn't need to latch onto him so loosely.]
After all, it isn't hard to tell that you fixed your hair before entering from the street.
[ a tilt of the head that says 'yes, of course i am, your name is cleared' and shouldn't she be pleased about that? and then she tilts her head in the opposite direction promising that she has no intentions of taking it easy on the usurper of kisuke's captain seat. but that's a whole other conversation. ]
Ha—? [ gin's hand flies to her hair, involuntarily at that last comment leaving his arm. she's suddenly a teenager all over again and trying to discreetly keep her hair in place before slipping out from the shadows to speak to kisuke.
a quick shake of her head and she moves to step past him, trying to hide the uncertain shyness that could spark into embarrassment or an annoyed sort of embarrassment. ]
[The moment she hesitated, his smile grew. There were things he'd never get back after his exile. Opportunities lost, stolen from him. Even with that chapter coming to a close, he supposed they'd never happen even then, if only because he wasn't quite the same as he way--or maybe he was more himself than he'd ever been.
That would have been far worse a problem.
Seeing Gin's expression change to something he remembered, even distantly, he felt a little satisfied despite his disappointment. She made an effort, tactically, to reposition herself, and rightfully so. Snapping open a cupboard, he downplayed his teasing by giving her a moment's reprieve. Tea leaves, kettle, water, stove. Possibly in a particular order.]
I suppose it was. [A pause.] You know, I'd never insult you by giving you cheap tea for the sake of it. I've just come to like this brand.
I don't really care about fancy tea. [ meaning: if he likes this brand, then this is fine. her brother had often criticized gin's easy-going acceptance in these sort of situations. he'd remind her she's a captain now, and gin knows but— that seems a very unimportant thing when kisuke's name has finally been cleared. ]
Have you thought about what you're going to do now? I don't think you can get back your captain spot unless we find ourselves a captain short there...
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and of course, she is naively assuming he will return to soul society after the paperwork erasing those mistaken crimes is fully submitted, his record cleaned out--ah, but gin has always been a touch innocent about the bureaucracy of soul society. ]
I wish you had gotten a couch, sitting on the floor can't be good for your body until you're fully rested.
[ but this was better than him working as he had been prior to her arrival. ]
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[As ever, he felt that gentle impression of Gin's interest, barely disguised especially as she made her subtle excuses to be close. More than a few times, she'd gone out of her way to take care of him after messy missions and, in turn, didn't utter a single complaint when he returned the favor.
Yoruichi once told him she'd crush his manhood if he hurt Gin and he was inclined to believe that vow was back from its pause with Soul Society's relaxation of his exile becoming more a matter of formality.
Even so, he knew he'd have a disappointing answer or two for her down the line.
Continuing to the kitchen with Gin, he was careful to let her follow so she wouldn't need to latch onto him so loosely.]
After all, it isn't hard to tell that you fixed your hair before entering from the street.
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Ha—? [ gin's hand flies to her hair, involuntarily at that last comment leaving his arm. she's suddenly a teenager all over again and trying to discreetly keep her hair in place before slipping out from the shadows to speak to kisuke.
a quick shake of her head and she moves to step past him, trying to hide the uncertain shyness that could spark into embarrassment or an annoyed sort of embarrassment. ]
It was windy outside.
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That would have been far worse a problem.
Seeing Gin's expression change to something he remembered, even distantly, he felt a little satisfied despite his disappointment. She made an effort, tactically, to reposition herself, and rightfully so. Snapping open a cupboard, he downplayed his teasing by giving her a moment's reprieve. Tea leaves, kettle, water, stove. Possibly in a particular order.]
I suppose it was. [A pause.] You know, I'd never insult you by giving you cheap tea for the sake of it. I've just come to like this brand.
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Have you thought about what you're going to do now? I don't think you can get back your captain spot unless we find ourselves a captain short there...