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tampered2007-04-29 07:53 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; April 29th, Mid afternoon to early evening
Rating; PG-13+, for violence, blood, etc.
Characters; Kiyone {![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
better_third}, Rori {sister_servant}, and Di Roy {tiburonoculto}
Summary; Two arrancar, spurred by boredom, decide to pay a little social visit to a solitary shinigami, complete with a pretty, black present.
Log;
Kiyone tried to convince herself that living alone wasn't so bad.
She figured she'd have to get used to it, anyways. Isane wasn't exactly jumping at the chance to come home, and they didn't live with anyone else.
And it was alright, so far. Living alone meant one less person to clean up after, one less person to share a bathroom with, and Kiyone's favourite: one less person to cook for. And as she sat down at a table meant for two, she told herself that this was a life she could get used to. It was her life, afterall, as Isane kept reminding her, might as well deal with it.
She shifted the dinner plate before her and kicked her legs up beneath the table, resting them in the seat usually reserved for her sister. "Bon apetit!" she said to no one.
Rating; PG-13+, for violence, blood, etc.
Characters; Kiyone {
better_third}, Rori {sister_servant}, and Di Roy {tiburonoculto}Summary; Two arrancar, spurred by boredom, decide to pay a little social visit to a solitary shinigami, complete with a pretty, black present.
Log;
Kiyone tried to convince herself that living alone wasn't so bad.
She figured she'd have to get used to it, anyways. Isane wasn't exactly jumping at the chance to come home, and they didn't live with anyone else.
And it was alright, so far. Living alone meant one less person to clean up after, one less person to share a bathroom with, and Kiyone's favourite: one less person to cook for. And as she sat down at a table meant for two, she told herself that this was a life she could get used to. It was her life, afterall, as Isane kept reminding her, might as well deal with it.
She shifted the dinner plate before her and kicked her legs up beneath the table, resting them in the seat usually reserved for her sister. "Bon apetit!" she said to no one.