Shunsui generally wasn't in the habit of caring about the opinions of other men (or even most women, for that matter), but something that did hold him under heavy sway, no matter how he tried to ignore it, was his zanpakutō. Katen Kyōkotsu, after all, was a pure extension of his Soul, even more a part of him that that gigai he went parading around in while in the mortal realm. And so while he was quite convinced that Jon's words on Sunday had very little consequence to him personally, he absolutely could not ignore the fact that his swords seemed to have latched onto them quite firmly and had no intention of letting him forget about it.

Which was...terribly distracting, and was clearly setting him off his game, and so, if he wanted to continue enjoying this little excursion, he would have to go and take care of it. He'd waited until well into the morning, when he was certain most people, especially his suitemates, would be out and about on their various adventures, so he could work relatively undisturbed. Not that it would matter, once he was under, and it didn't take long, either, not when they were practically pulling him in and the setting was incredibly condusive to inspiring the deep meditaiton that jinzen required.

( Cut for Mild Violence and Shunsui's Very, VERY Weird Relationship with his Sword. )

[[ NFB, NFI, for being literally in an entirely different plane of existence ]]