Ulquiorra slipped in quietly, and shut the door behind himself. Standing before Aizen-sama, alone, wasn't something Ulquiorra had previously had much call to do, and certainly not under these circumstances.
He stood with his hands clasped loosely behind his back. It wasn't a frequent pose from Ulquiorra, but one he tended to adopt when he was reporting. It was more polite than having his hands in his pockets, which Ulquiorra recognised, but very few people warranted it from him.
Aizen-sama was one of them.
The office wasn't a place Ulquiorra had seen much of, but he didn't spare the surroundings much attention. The lighting was dim, which meant Ulquiorra's pupils expanded slightly, but he didn't bother to glance around. This room belonged to Aizen-sama; the decor held no interest to Ulquiorra.
"You requested my presence, Aizen-sama." Ulquiorra's tone held no questions; it was simply confirmation that he understood why he was here.
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Date: 2013-07-04 07:12 pm (UTC)He stood with his hands clasped loosely behind his back. It wasn't a frequent pose from Ulquiorra, but one he tended to adopt when he was reporting. It was more polite than having his hands in his pockets, which Ulquiorra recognised, but very few people warranted it from him.
Aizen-sama was one of them.
The office wasn't a place Ulquiorra had seen much of, but he didn't spare the surroundings much attention. The lighting was dim, which meant Ulquiorra's pupils expanded slightly, but he didn't bother to glance around. This room belonged to Aizen-sama; the decor held no interest to Ulquiorra.
"You requested my presence, Aizen-sama." Ulquiorra's tone held no questions; it was simply confirmation that he understood why he was here.