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Twenty-four stabs [Accidental Video Post]
Dec. 11th, 2008 02:36 pm[The PCD clicks on, showing the cafe and Kenpachi standing by the doorway. It's likely that he hit it while getting up, not paying much attention. He seems to sense that something is amiss and reaches up to fix one of his taller spikes that had begun to droop. Still not paying a whole lot of attention, Kenpachi steps forward as if to exit the cafe. He stops. Glancing back at the table, halfway in the doorway, he sees the PCD still sitting on the table and sighs. Before he can take a step towards it, though, he stumbles from an impact.]
"Kurotsuchi. Watch where yer goin', next time, an' get off me."
"Speak for yourself."
[The reply seems to come automatically, before the shorter man glances up to see who he'd run into, expression darkening almost immediately at realizing that it was only Zaraki. Never mind that it was partially his own fault for not watching where he was going, the fact that the other man was there at all meant that he'd deliberately been in his way. Quickly though, his expression shifts to one of more confusion, as he tries to ignore the contact and push past him.]
"Let go of me, will you? I'm not here to talk to you."
( And thus it goes from bad to worse... )
"Kurotsuchi. Watch where yer goin', next time, an' get off me."
"Speak for yourself."
[The reply seems to come automatically, before the shorter man glances up to see who he'd run into, expression darkening almost immediately at realizing that it was only Zaraki. Never mind that it was partially his own fault for not watching where he was going, the fact that the other man was there at all meant that he'd deliberately been in his way. Quickly though, his expression shifts to one of more confusion, as he tries to ignore the contact and push past him.]
"Let go of me, will you? I'm not here to talk to you."
( And thus it goes from bad to worse... )
