because they would get along together. I think this is my first crossover… c:
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1. Prefers bananas among all fruits | 2. Will not take disrespect lightly especially towards his family name | 3. Enjoys calligraphy and many forms of art and elegance | 4. Treasures his original character; the Seaweed Ambassador | 5. Hates felines | 6. Enjoys strolling throughout the pathways of the Kuchiki estate gardens. | 7. Has and always will have utter faith in the substitute shinigami, but will never admit such thoughts of slight admiration | 8. Is fond of spicy delicacies | 9. Secretly prepares candy for the sake of his sister’s undeniable enthusiasm for “Halloween” | 10. Will never cease his efforts on keeping the fukutaichou away from his manor.
Yoruichi thusly wrinkled her wet feline nose at the noble Kuchiki, twitching her tail back and forth in slight annoyance
☼—"Oh please, my company is just what you need to relieve the current stress that you’re under."
She shifted her eyes to the window, looking out on the sun-eluminated cherry trees. Byakuya would be inside doing work on a day like this
☼—"We could have a sparring session. It’s something productive, nee?" she quipped
From the corner of his orb, the Kuchiki lord took noticed towards the feline’s brief observation, returning to his previous state afterwards.
"I’d rather choose to take a stroll outdoors." He carefully fixed the stack of calligraphy papers she had so confidently sat on.
"A peaceful afternoon within my abode does not need the interruption of such sparring."
How rude Byakuya had become in his old age. The neko smiled as much as a smile she could give, then padded over to the pile of reports that needed to be done
☼—"Oh I’m sorry Bya-ku-ya-bo, were you busy? Well I’ll just stay here and keep you company then”
She put emphasis on his name, drawing out each syllable in a teasing manner. Yoruichi’s tail twitched as she plopped down on the pile of papers- successfully halting his progress on the matter
"Do not test my patience, Shihouin." And yet again, the casual emphasis within the pronunciation of his name was made.
To deliberately lay down his brush and shift a shoulder was bothersome enough. She was no longer worth his time. Or at least, this is what he had always wanted; for his older mentor to realize she was of lower status— that she will not have the capability to bring forth the young and sensitive noble from a hundred years ago.
"I do not need the company of a creature who lacks the ability to even sit on its rightful place."