BEST BEHAVIOR [jingu]

“I appreciate it,” the Lieutenant expelled softly through an immovable grin, his voice so casually dense that another would have a hard time differentiating whether or not the words were gratitude for something a friend had done, or verbal commendation towards a lackey. The black fur among the redhead’s collar would be grazed ever so slightly by his sculpted jawline as he directed his head to the right, his amber eyes piercing the brutish acquaintance of his, “Tell me if you need me to kick your ass in shape again, I wouldn’t want you getting slaughtered by a bored hollow.”

His words battered into Juichibantai Shinigami’s ears similar to that of two old friends reconnecting with soft bravado, yet their respective body language spoke in a different tone. Ashton, rested his back against a pillar in one of the many widespread training courtyards of the Eleventh Division, his arms crossed as if any care he had in the world were non-existent. His signature arrogant grin only amplified that. The naturally intimidating Shinigami that stood next to the Vice Captain, however, stood strong and at attention. He showed some semblance of respect for the man that lazed in his presence, despite looking the type that would willingly display such attention for a select few. “Yeah, yeah, listen Ash--”

The Juichibantai brute’s hefty voice cut short, as did his eye contact. Judging by the slight ascendance of Ashton’s eyebrow, this was nothing but an irregularity. Like a bear avoiding combat, the muscular bald man backed up slowly and rolled a quick departure off of his tongue, “I’ll be in touch.” The lava-head kept his eyes on his exiting contact, his harsh footsteps swiftly becoming consumed by the natural clinging and clanking of Zanpakutou and asauchi in the training grounds. With little need to have the man in his company any longer, the grinning individual shook his head and rolled his eyes over to the many one-on-one training sessions taking place many meters in front of him.

It was best he didn’t remain in this side of Sereitei for much longer, lest he garner certain unwanted attention. He couldn’t help but to wonder, however, just what had made a member of one of the most feared divisions in the Gotei 13 withdraw from his most addicted territory. It surely wasn’t Ashton’s breath.