dear_mun | (no subject)

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canon: bleach

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Impossible though I suspect it is for one so simple-minded to believe, I've better uses for my time than wasting it attempting to communicate with you.

Planning for the rampant plague of stupidity about to befall the city of eternal night, for example. You may have forgotten about it, but I assure you, I have not.

Cease entertaining the futile notion of subjecting me to further idiocy and concentrate on the matter at hand.

I haven't come this far only to lose everything due to your inattention.

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Whining?

S'why I'm here, could've heard you from space.

Is that all it takes to summon you to my side, then? Whining? I shall have to remember that.

Shut up, asshole.

Careful. Being insulting is really only a step away from whining, and if you steal my area of expertise, I simply don't know what I'll do.

Probably be a smug bastard, but that's just a wild guess.

Fair enough. Would you prefer me to be something else? Demure, perhaps?

Heh! You couldn't be demure if you tried.

Oh, I don't know. I think I can do a decent job of it.

That would be ... weird.

Should've met me during my fukutaichou days.

I wouldn't want to talk to you if you were lying to my face.

Oh no, it wasn't all lies. Though, yes, I'll admit, most of it was.

That's really reassuring. See, this isn't demure at all, you're bragging about being a jerk.

And you're goading me into it.

There aren't any rules laid down about what I can do.

You imply that there are rules for me.

I told you to impress me, there's one. Pay attention, ojiisan.

It's hardly my fault you aren't impressed by jerks.

Whoa, you're right, I'm such a brat.

Perhaps just a bit.

This better be flattery coming up!

The sort that waxes poetic about the color of your eyes and the way a stray beam of light can turn your hair to fire? Or something more practical, perhaps? A lengthy description of your fluidity in battle and the occasionally elegant swordwork you're capable of producing if you only allow yourself to let go? Tell me which you'd prefer, and I'll endeavor to provide it properly.

D-Don't, I feel sick already.

I question why you bother speaking to me at all, if my presence so nauseates you.