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FROM: kurosaki.masaki@cdc.org
ukitake-san? i remembered something i wanted to ask you before

FROM: kurosaki.masaki@cdc.org
is it okay if we meet up some time?

FROM: kurosaki.masaki@cdc.org
whenever you're free, of course!!

FROM: ukitake.juushirou@cdc.org
Hello, Kurosaki-chan! It's nice to hear from you again. I'd be happy to answer any questions you may have.

FROM: ukitake.juushirou@cdc.org
Where would you like to meet up to discuss things? I have nothing but free time right now, so any time is fine.

Edited (html why...) 2014-06-25 04:36 (UTC)

FROM: kurosaki.masaki@cdc.org
hmmmmm do you know those clumps of dead trees a little away from where the rovers are?

FROM: kurosaki.masaki@cdc.org
i can meet you there tomorrow morning!

FROM: ukitake.juushirou@cdc.org
I believe I have seen those, yes. Tomorrow morning it is, I'll make sure I'm awake on time!

FROM: kurosaki.masaki@cdc.org
thanks ukitake-san. :) i'll see you then!

( ooc; a-action...? or would you prefer a log! :x )

Edited 2014-06-27 02:30 (UTC)

FROM: ukitake.juushirou@cdc.org
Until then, take care, Kurosaki-chan.

((ooc: I'd be fine with either one! Whichever would be easiest for you.))

[ she's waiting right where she said she would be — standing idly between a clump of dead trees, sticking out like a sore thumb in the midst of all that white. she's in her cdc-issued clothing, which still manages to swallow her up despite being made to fit her.

when she spots juushirou approach, she straightens up a little, looking friendly but nervous. she waves a hand at him. ]

Hi... Thanks for coming.

[It's a new day! So bright and shiny! And... cold. He's still getting used to the cold, it's going to take a little adjustment, even with the CDC outfits. Now those are going to take a lot of adjustment, tight clothing is rough after wearing robes forever and ever.

But anyway, he comes right out there at the appointed time, and Juushirou returns Masaki's wave. He's come without his sword today, in some effort to be less threatening, and looks as cheery as ever as he comes close.]

Of course, Kurosaki-chan. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?

[ she definitely notices the lack of sword, as she'd been told shinigami are almost never seen without one. it's so surprising, it takes her a moment to even get her bearings back in order once he asks her about her intent. ]

—um. Right. [ suddenly she's nervous, but it's hard not to be when he smiles at her like that.

like it's okay. ]

I wanted to ask you about your robes... [ he isn't wearing them now, but she remembers them from last time, all too vividly. ]

It's like a uniform, right? What did the white haori mean?

[There's nervousness written all over her face, so much so that a blind man could probably catch a glimpse. Whatever Masaki's so afraid of, and he can imagine a number of things, Juushirou can only hope he helps assuage some of them in this little interrogation.]

The robes? [Now, that's curious. Maybe he should have worn them out here, if she's so curious, but it's too late for that now.

He listens to her finish her question, and now his curiosity is piqued. Why does she care about something like that?]

Ah, the haori. The shihakushou is standard-issue for any Shinigami, but the haori is reserved for those of us that have reached Captain rank.

[It goes unsaid, but his expression shows that he wonders what, exactly, the reason may be that she wants to know something like this.]

[ masaki is quiet for a long, long moment. her features don't really give anything away, except maybe for the dread she's feeling overall. she's trying to be careful with the way she words her questions, curious, but not enough to endanger the man who'd saved her not so long ago, back home. ]

Captain sounds like a pretty big deal, [ she murmurs, attempting to sound casual. ] There can't be that many of you, right? You probably all know each other by name...

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DAY 16, late evening after she's.. recovered from the hunting afterparty

don't die before ichigo apps in, masaki

she won't bring shame to the family that way...!

some other way then!

ye of little faith!!

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