sake_shinigami: (one eye open hat lift)
Anyone swinging by Office #24 that day would be treated not only to the expected offering of sake (or tea!), but also three Shinigami for the price of one! While Shunsui and Jūshirō were making good use of the space in front of Shunsui's desk and a few cushions to lounge and enjoy their cups a little, Nanao had taken over the actual spot in the desk, surrounded by an almost incompressible amount of documents, scrolls, and books, and fastidiously working her way through them.

At some point, she'd told Shunsui what all of that was actually for, but if you asked him about it now, he honestly wouldn't be able to tell you, even if Nanao did, on occasion, stop to ask him about some detail or another. Questions that he didn't seem to have the answers for, although Jūshirō rarely hesitated to supply them, an occurrence that just made Nanao sigh a little and peer over at the two of them over her glasses.

"Why," she expressed, "did we come all the way here for this, taichou, if Ukitake-san is doing all the work? We could have simply saved ourselves the trouble and stayed in the Seireitei!"

"Ahhhh, Nanao-chan~~ ♥!" Shunsui mewled, grinning as he tilted his head to look back at her at the desk. "But it is because you've missed me, neh ♥?"

To which her eyes narrowed behind her glasses for a moment before giving a soft grunt of disapproval, because flipping to the next page and scribbling down a few more things, which Shunsui felt the need to note was not technically a denial.


[[ door and office are open! ]]
sake_shinigami: (big grin)
It was possibly a very bold strategy on his part, but Shunsui felt that the most formidable opponants required a bold strategy. But knowing full well what awaited him for the better part of the weekend (because she'd literally sent it to him in all its glorious, organized form), Shunsui decided that he may as well try and hide in plain sight. Because the last place Nanao-chan would expect to find him would be in the exact place he probably should be for this weekend.

And that was in his office, kicking back, sandaled and sockless feet up on the desk, a comfortable pillow under head head, and a jug of sake in his hand.

Of course, he did run the risk that Nanao-chan would suspect that he would suspect that the last place she'd expect to find him was actually in his office, and therefor, she would figure out that he'd assume that was the best place to hide, but, well, that was a risk he was willing to take!

But for now! Some drinking! And possibly napping! And maybe hoping someone's lost and attractive mother getting a headstart on meeting with the teachers wandered in not knowing where to go and needing some assistance and maybe just a small sip of sake to get her weekend started...

[[ i should be getting ready for work, but instead, I keep posting, lol. Anyway! Open door, open office, though I may be a bit slow here soon ]]
sake_shinigami: (ughhh....)
Shunsui couldn't have asked for a better, more relaxing day than one spent at the onsen in exceptional company, and it left him in another wonderful, blissful sort of mood as he waltzed on back to his apartment, for maybe a little bit of sakeand a nap before going to see if he wanted to stay in tonight or maybe keep riding this nice wave from the last few days. They had been particularly good, hadn't they? The sort of days that reminded him exactly why he wanted to come back here after so long, the sort of days that made life so enjoyable.

...the kind of day that was about to come to an abrupt, shattering halt.

Because as Shunsui opened the door to his apartment to step inside, he discovered, as a flash of light caught off the frames of a pair of glasses, he was not alone.

And despite the dread that had clenched the bottom of his stomach, his laugh and his words were light and bouyant and sounded absolutely thrilled.

"Ah ♥! Lovely, lovely Nanao-chan ♥! What a....lovely surprise."

[[ for meeeeee, lol, to pick at sort of maybe kind of? ]]

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