"Saa~ S'raight ta th' poin' so soon? Well, I s'pose I could tell ya what 'm here for." Gin shrugged, acting like this entire scene was not centered around the little Taicho wanting to rip his throat out. Not at all. It was just a normal conversation, with just a dash of loathing. And confusion. But that was a given.

"All I was doin' was droppin' this off..." A skinny hand reached into the folds of his hakama, producing a small wrapped box. Yes, a present. Yes, Gin still cared about other people enough to spend money on them. That was a surprise in itself. He shook the box a little bit, gesturing that it was pretty much harmless. Unless of course, he launched into Hitsugaya's eye. But it was doubtful that Ichimaru would do so.


Very very doubtful.