Kotaishi lounged in the palace ballroom, head on his paws, tail swishing. Unlike his antsy, wound up, and "ready to go kick some proverbial butt" master, he was completely calm and composed, curious even. Instead of fretting over things, he was lying there in wonder of how things would play out next.
So far all of the shinigami across Soul Society had, or still has, lost their zanpakuto--Tsukiro including.
Before that, it was the issue of the runt, snow-haired captain running out on his squad and being labeled a traitor. Well, actually that was still a problem, but not nearly as much of a problem as this new development.
A seraph... How interesting. He wondered what one looked like. Was it so ugly you couldn't look at it? Or was it a beautiful creature that charmed you and drew you in for the kill? His master had found out it was a type of angel, so certainly it was the latter.
Also, amongst the chatter from the zanpakuto(specifically a certain one), things were hectic in Las Noches as well. Then again, things were always hectic there with a bunch of egotistical, power-crazed Hollows, or should he say Arrancars?
And Karakura... well... he didn't much care for the human world. To him, humans were more like mice for him to chase, catch, then release because their squeaks made him pity them.
Kotaishi rolled over onto his back and stretched, fanning out his paws, parting his toes. Master Tsukiro would be disappointed if he knew the things he were thinking to himself now.
Right now, things weren't nearly entertaining enough for him...
How boring. Yet amusing.
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Kotaishi isn't sadistic or crazy. He just doesn't know what to do with himself sometimes.
