Kotaishi sat curled into a ball in the snowy grass of his own personal realm, his head on his paws, lavender and cobalt eyes closed. His tail swished back and forth lazily.
Through the back of his lids he saw his master sitting at his desk with pen in hand, immersed in the the day's work. He laid there and watched his master at work for what seemed like hours in his wild cat mind (which was actually only about five minutes).
Eventually, he grew tired and, frankly, bored.
He uncurled himself and stretched, claws and paw pads digging into the grass and soil through the white snow. "Master, I'm bored. Can't you take a break and come and spar with me or something? How about another snowball fight."
"I'm busy, Kotaishi. Later," sighed the diligent 8th Seat.
The leopard gave a low, annoyed growl and huffed. He made a few more attempts at persuading his master to play with him before he gave up ("Find something to occupy you until I'm done.") and prowled around the snow-covered forest. He scratched at some trees, chased a few rabbits (rabbits he had no idea existed here in his realm), and pawed at the snow.
He huffed again before sitting down in the snow. He looked down at said white fluffy substance before pawing at it and then rolling around in it on his back. Finally finding a distraction, he continued to roll around in the snow like a cat on catnip.
"Kotaishi," Tsukiro though, suddenly feeling cold and antsy. "What are you doing in there?"
"Doing as you suggested and occupying myself!"
Tsukiro just sighed at his zanpakuto spirit and continued working.
