MCA #5; Late Saturday Morning [10/03].

[sake_shinigami]

To say that Shunsui was a bit disturbed that morning when he woke up to find his swords missing was an understatement. It was like suddenly discovering your own limbs had been removed in your sleep. He felt a sudden, distressed, almost desperate thrum in his chest, instantly tense and alert, until an immediate sense of relief and comfort washed over him as two death's head hawkmoths, one much larger than the other, into his field of vision, making its presence known.

The large one then spoke, in a very familiar voice, deep and sultry and drawling.

"I can't say I prefer this form, Sakuranosuke," Katen murmured, fluttering about his face for a moment before finally landing on a finger that he lifted up, grinning at her, "but it is an interesting change of pace."

Kyōkotsu, it would seem, remained quiet, hovering close, but behind Katen, not surprising Shunsui at all and pulling an endeared smile out of him.

"Mmmm." Shunsui gave a thoughtful hum, tilting his head curiously at this new manifestation of his Zanpakutō. "It certainly does make one wonder now, doesn't it, what this island is up to now, neh ♥?"

"And whether or not," Katen's wings shuddered lightly against his finger, "I'd prefer it just left us out of it."

"Probably," Shunsui chuckled, "but let's enjoy it while we can...ohana ♥."

Hardly the form either of them would have preferred if they were going to be out and about for a day, but he was mostly just thinking it was good to hear her voice, even if it was coming from a small, dramatic little moth.

[[ this sort of thing is easy when you've canonically already GOT manifestations of your soul! Open post is definitely open! ]]