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So it would seem that the quaint little island that Shunsui was so fond of was hitting him much harder this time around. Funny how actually having a siginficant amount of new backstory this time around that could work. He figured, on Monday morning, the kids probably had it the easiest. Most of them could probably remember being those ages not too long ago. The adults living in the town, maybe a little more jarring...a decade's difference, two, three, four, five...
He was fairly sure he was one of the few who had more than two thousand years to reconcile with this one. And if that wasn't something to make you really feel your age, then there probably wasn't much else that would. So, after some consideration and at least one whole jug of sake to help that consideration along, he decided to head somewhere where most people he knew were at least a hundred years old, and where he could find the one person he could think of that would understand.
( ...drinking sake over his brother's grave... )
That was how he spent yesterday, building up for today, for the real reason he returned, thanks to the sharp reminder of the woman who allowed that boy he'd been all weekend to become such a thing of the past in Shunsui's long, long memory, and he headed toward the dormitory of the Eight Division.
( Who are you, and what have you done with Shunsui Kyōraku? )
A little pain in his ear and a slightly injured ego from being dragged by it across the barracks in front o fhis entire division was a small price to pay, though, for the absolutely indisputable evidence that Nanao-chan certainly did have things handled here, and there was a deep comfort in that fact. So he'd gladly take whatever else Nanao-chan and quite possibly Unohana-san had in store for him.
Well, perhaps not that gladly, but...he wouldn't complain about it too much, at least.
[[ 1. With nothing to do but rub two brain cells together last night at work, I finally took the deep dive into deciding Shunsui's actual age and managed to find the path of least contradiction which, delightfully, means OLD AS HELL, and then came up with all this nonsense.
2. Have I mentioned how many new shinies I have for this boyo since his last run?!?
3. Can you get cell phone reception in the Soul Society? IDK, why not? NFB for distance, obviously, but open if anyone wants to try to get in touch. Unless you're Apu, because Shunsui blocked that number. Or, heck, if you've got a reason to be there, why not? Just enjoy the army of Shinigami at your back on high alert the moment you arrive... ]]
He was fairly sure he was one of the few who had more than two thousand years to reconcile with this one. And if that wasn't something to make you really feel your age, then there probably wasn't much else that would. So, after some consideration and at least one whole jug of sake to help that consideration along, he decided to head somewhere where most people he knew were at least a hundred years old, and where he could find the one person he could think of that would understand.
( ...drinking sake over his brother's grave... )
That was how he spent yesterday, building up for today, for the real reason he returned, thanks to the sharp reminder of the woman who allowed that boy he'd been all weekend to become such a thing of the past in Shunsui's long, long memory, and he headed toward the dormitory of the Eight Division.
( Who are you, and what have you done with Shunsui Kyōraku? )
A little pain in his ear and a slightly injured ego from being dragged by it across the barracks in front o fhis entire division was a small price to pay, though, for the absolutely indisputable evidence that Nanao-chan certainly did have things handled here, and there was a deep comfort in that fact. So he'd gladly take whatever else Nanao-chan and quite possibly Unohana-san had in store for him.
Well, perhaps not that gladly, but...he wouldn't complain about it too much, at least.
[[ 1. With nothing to do but rub two brain cells together last night at work, I finally took the deep dive into deciding Shunsui's actual age and managed to find the path of least contradiction which, delightfully, means OLD AS HELL, and then came up with all this nonsense.
2. Have I mentioned how many new shinies I have for this boyo since his last run?!?
3. Can you get cell phone reception in the Soul Society? IDK, why not? NFB for distance, obviously, but open if anyone wants to try to get in touch. Unless you're Apu, because Shunsui blocked that number. Or, heck, if you've got a reason to be there, why not? Just enjoy the army of Shinigami at your back on high alert the moment you arrive... ]]
