"I rather hope you're right," he said, sipping at his cooled tea.
He looked out of the glass panel in the kitchen door, out across the garden's expanse. The sun was high now, and occupying that transitional place between real morning and afternoon. He stared, glassy eyed, and thought about the fights that had taken place between Saix and Grimmjow with him present, and how the vicious posturing had been more teeth and claws than fists.
He was roused from his thoughts by the sight of a teetering Dreamhare waddling unsteadily across his vision.
"I won't be picking any fights with him, regardless." He looked back at Nel, then away. "I know what his Limit Break feels like."
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Date: 2015-07-25 07:25 pm (UTC)He looked out of the glass panel in the kitchen door, out across the garden's expanse. The sun was high now, and occupying that transitional place between real morning and afternoon. He stared, glassy eyed, and thought about the fights that had taken place between Saix and Grimmjow with him present, and how the vicious posturing had been more teeth and claws than fists.
He was roused from his thoughts by the sight of a teetering Dreamhare waddling unsteadily across his vision.
"I won't be picking any fights with him, regardless." He looked back at Nel, then away. "I know what his Limit Break feels like."
He didn't care to repeat that experience.