𝐻𝐴𝑍𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝑂𝐹 𝐹𝐿𝐴𝑀𝐸𝑆 .ᐟ .ᐟ ⸝⸝ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ͡┈ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝐂𝚊𝚗𝚐ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ𝐝𝚞 get the fuck out of my notifs

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lol I already did that

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐈. Two unseated officers brushed the First Division's floor. Their chores were unbearably mundane, drawing even a sympathetic glance from the Sōtaichō's newest recruits. 〝 This is how they get you, 〞one of the officers spoke up, miserably resigned. ——

‘It wasn’t Sklaverei. It was Armageddon.’

Can you give James to me instead, ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ 𝐘𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐂𝐇. ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎

the soul reapers only hate my dad because my dad could kill their dad lol

. . Is that what you’d be concerned about?

You needn’t worry. Do your tasks and we will never have to consider the possibility.

( He stares at her for a brief moment before rubbing it with his glove. Looking down to take out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe at it. ) My apologies, Primrose.

Hm..? There was no need. ( Though, he just lets out a sigh. It is dried blood after all. Hand resting on his sword. ) How are things?

You show up to a drip / aura off and this is your competition, just turn around and go home already