Log; Ongoing

[better-third.livejournal.com]

When; April 29th, Mid afternoon to early evening
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.

Comments

[sister-servant.livejournal.com]

Rori aimed a nasty look at him, but did as she was told. Time had made her used to defering to the others; she knew her place well enough. Instead of commenting, she tore her gaze away from him and looked down at her uniform.

"Mmm... I think the red is better. Don't you?"

[tiburonoculto.livejournal.com]

Di Roy nudged the limp shinigami with his foot. No reaction. Good. This had taken longer than he had though it would, and he was ready to get the hell out of the freak's apartment, dump her body, and go.

He bent down and grabbed one of her arms, pulling her up off the ground and over his shoulder. She was small, but damn, she could have been a little lighter. He nodded his head toward the entrance. "Open the fuckin' door. Let's go.

[sister-servant.livejournal.com]

With a put upon grumble, she stalked by him and yanked the door open, waiting until he passed through it before she aimed a sharp poke at his side. "Shut up. You didn't do most of the work here. You know where the office thing is, right?"

[tiburonoculto.livejournal.com]

"Work?" Di Roy sneered. "What fuckin' work? You shouldn't have even broken a sweat dealing with this freak." He shifted the dead weight on his shoulder. "'Course I know where the hell it is. Hope your ass can keep up."

[sister-servant.livejournal.com]

"Fuck you. I can keep up with your lazy ass." No matter how flustered she'd been with his tampered affections, she still didn't like to be spoken down to. Without a word, she took off towards the deities office.