Post by shio mora on Feb 9, 2016 5:49:00 GMT
Shio was humming to himself, hands resting on a broom and his eyes all-but drilling a hole into the ground as he began to sweep up the dust and the remnants of another day's training. His comrades were all crowded around, smiling and making various jokes, a few even making off-handed comments towards him. It was an oddly endearing moment, to hear his name on someone else's tongue, and even such a simple pleasure made it hard for Shio to hold back a smile. God, what was -wrong- with him, that he considered being subject to everyday conversation without it breaking down into a heated topic was the high point of his career as a shinigami? Shio had asked himself that question far too many times in the past, but this time it seemed to catch in his head a bit too much.
One of the newer recruits to the division approached Shio, touching on his shoulder almost gingerly, as if he were concerned about something. For a split second, Shio did stiffen; were they afraid of him? This guy, a few years older than Shio without a doubt, scared of the black sheep of the division? The 'golden boy' who had fallen flat? What was he-the thought hit him a bit too quickly, the absolute spasm-inducing fear that his little...'excursion' with Meilin had become public knowledge. The man almost backpedaled away, but there was a smile there, an almost...strained smirk, as if he were trying to regain his bearings.
"You need a hand? Plenty more brooms. And some of the guys were talking about going out to get some food. I think I heard someone mention the word tacos."
"If it was Boddony, he didn't mean cuisine."
Shio's response came out smooth and casual, his expression never changing from an easy smile as he saw the shinigami called out raising a hand in a proud fist, baring his teeth as if he were being complimented, while a few others began to groan, and one even bent over, clearly laughing. Again, it was a nice feeling...and it was one he was willing to pay any price to keep. These people cared about him, wanted him around, even if it was because he was a bit of a doormat. What good was there to bringing more strain into things?
"So did you-"
"Leave it, man! Shio knows the rules. The runt does the cleanup after training. Besides, guy likes it. I swear, he gets off on getting asked to do shit."
Shio simply shrugged at that comment, not even able to contemplate stating the simple reality that it physically pained him to watch others flail around at such simple jobs as sweeping up a pile of dust. He turned back to his work, returning to his humming as he heard the voices slowly abating, once more stuck on his own. It was lonely, dreadfully lonely...but Shio was alright with being alone, for now. It was better than the inevitable crash that came with the high.
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One of the newer recruits to the division approached Shio, touching on his shoulder almost gingerly, as if he were concerned about something. For a split second, Shio did stiffen; were they afraid of him? This guy, a few years older than Shio without a doubt, scared of the black sheep of the division? The 'golden boy' who had fallen flat? What was he-the thought hit him a bit too quickly, the absolute spasm-inducing fear that his little...'excursion' with Meilin had become public knowledge. The man almost backpedaled away, but there was a smile there, an almost...strained smirk, as if he were trying to regain his bearings.
"You need a hand? Plenty more brooms. And some of the guys were talking about going out to get some food. I think I heard someone mention the word tacos."
"If it was Boddony, he didn't mean cuisine."
Shio's response came out smooth and casual, his expression never changing from an easy smile as he saw the shinigami called out raising a hand in a proud fist, baring his teeth as if he were being complimented, while a few others began to groan, and one even bent over, clearly laughing. Again, it was a nice feeling...and it was one he was willing to pay any price to keep. These people cared about him, wanted him around, even if it was because he was a bit of a doormat. What good was there to bringing more strain into things?
"So did you-"
"Leave it, man! Shio knows the rules. The runt does the cleanup after training. Besides, guy likes it. I swear, he gets off on getting asked to do shit."
Shio simply shrugged at that comment, not even able to contemplate stating the simple reality that it physically pained him to watch others flail around at such simple jobs as sweeping up a pile of dust. He turned back to his work, returning to his humming as he heard the voices slowly abating, once more stuck on his own. It was lonely, dreadfully lonely...but Shio was alright with being alone, for now. It was better than the inevitable crash that came with the high.
