Welcome to my little corner of peace and quiet in this bloody realm of lost souls. Feel free to take a seat, share some tea with me and tell me your tale. I'll have a few of my own, and I love a good debate. As long as you don't irritate me, there is little reason to fear me.
Instead of carrying Kita to Aizen's rooms, Gin turned a corner, walking down the hall towards his own set of rooms. Fortunately, Kita seemed to know she had done something wrong and wasn't struggling in his grip. That could bode better for her current situation. Gin paused at his door.
"No dramatics," he breathed, barely above a whisper. He removed his hand from her mouth.
He opened the door, passed through and flipped her onto the couch, folding his arms and leaning against the arm nearest her head.
"That wasn't very smart, my dear."
End
