"Hmm, I could be, I might not be," Shunsui's expression read quaint confusion, "As long as we're alive and have something to drink...I vote, it doesn't really matterrrr where I'm from. It would help, of course..."
Shunsui paused, and it might have seemed somewhat random if onlookers didn't know he was casting about for spiritual auras. Perhaps this red-haired character standing in front of him was wearing an eyepatch to continuously drain his spiritual powers, much like Zaraki Kenpachi? Shunsui was trying to figure it all out, but the alcohol was laughing as it tugged and pulled his mind out of focus.
"...If the women were friendlier." Upon finishing his laborious statement, Shunsui took a few steps from under the awning, scratching at the hair under his hat.
To Shunsui, there seemed to be many clones of Ise Nanao; Everyone worried in their tasks, always busy, never relaxing. They weren't very fun to tease, either. They kept running away before he could properly introduce himself!
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Shunsui paused, and it might have seemed somewhat random if onlookers didn't know he was casting about for spiritual auras. Perhaps this red-haired character standing in front of him was wearing an eyepatch to continuously drain his spiritual powers, much like Zaraki Kenpachi? Shunsui was trying to figure it all out, but the alcohol was laughing as it tugged and pulled his mind out of focus.
"...If the women were friendlier." Upon finishing his laborious statement, Shunsui took a few steps from under the awning, scratching at the hair under his hat.
To Shunsui, there seemed to be many clones of Ise Nanao; Everyone worried in their tasks, always busy, never relaxing. They weren't very fun to tease, either. They kept running away before he could properly introduce himself!