Not a re-register (Daisuke)

Sleep was good for the soul.

When someone interrupted that sleep, however... ?

Head rising almost on automatic as he took into account the strained silence of the registry in question, he spared a glance at the clock overhead, reading the time. His shift was said and done with... so. Standing himself up with closed eyes before he sniffed the air, he caught scent of something... strange. Intuition, maybe? He didn't quite know, but he followed his gut feeling, sluggish movements trailing behind him as stretched his right hand out after passing by her, turning 'round to grab for whatever part of her body he could. Couldn't very much see her, after all.

"Whaddya doing... all covered up like that n' stuff... ?"

While it may've hit her physically and spiritually, he didn't only rely on his capabilities revolving around spiritual sensing. Rather, the realm of perception branched into many fields.

Wait... what?

Sparing a glance at with his hand had come into contact with and not releasing as of yet, he sleepily took chance to yawn, as though not realizing what he'd done. But then, he did. Eyes widening as he squeezed once, and then twice and a third time just to make sure, he pulled his hand away, staring at it for a moment. Strange enough that there were invisible breasts floating along... but this woman was... ? Taking into account her appearance in general, one could say that he didn't respond initially. He took his time, working up a response in question.

"Yeah... morning. Nice er... chest, I guess. Welcome?"

How else was he supposed to respond to her? He was surprised about the lower half, yeah... but at least he could honestly say he'd never met a woman like her before.

Movement made to jump upwards.

Seijirou stood on level with Shizuku, the female having floated herself up to the ceiling. A utilization of shunpo, perhaps? Not quite understanding what she was yet holding his right hand out to her all the same- the same one he'd previously grabbed her with, he pointed down, shrugging lightly. "If you want we could hang up here, sure. Got a name? I could boil up some tea or something." Honestly, he had to wonder why he always got the weird ones. It was surprising, not to mention kind of ridiculous. How hadn't he ever noticed someone like her before?

Still, he kept his cool, calm, and whatever else. He didn't say anything out of turn, and he was trying to act like a gentleman. Key word: Trying.

Alright... so she moved around like—

Huh.

Eyes on her as she moved down to floor-level and sat down, Seijirou shrugged in response, padding underneath soles dispersing as he dropped down, landing upon balls of feet. Interesting name, but that wasn't all he wanted from her. Nah, he wanted to know why she'd come, why she'd hidden herself, and why she was looking like someone straight out of that American movie and hit children cartoon television series 'The Little Mermaid'. That could wait for a bit, though.

"Yeah, sure. Second." Movement made in a brief moment through a bland utilization of Shunpo, Seijirou appeared to leave one second and be back the next, round table in hold as he set it down, doing the same to obtain two chairs to seat themselves upon. Arms slightly loaded with a few snacks from the kitchen he'd made earlier that day— onigiri, dango, takoyaki, some pastries and sweets as well, he placed them upon the surface of the wooden table, cup of tea placed on his own end as well as hers as he set the kettle down in the middle of the table for future usage if anyone needed more. Honestly, he was lazy. But... did that mean he had to take the easy way out of everything?

"So," he ventured. "I take it you weren't here for just a cup of tea?"

If he had to guess... probably Twelfth.

It wasn't all that difficult to find someone to pin the blame onto, however she seemed just about fine with her current state of affairs. Decades ago however? "Uhuh, I see. What does all this have to do with me, though? That's the one part i'm not getting." He could easily tell that it was probably King's fault- after all that guy was always getting into things he shouldn't, right? Aside from such if it actually was the guy's fault and it'd been decades since that point, why hadn't he fixed her yet? It was all pretty confusing really, and he had a few more questions to ask anyways.

"Obvious you weren't born that way- would've caused quite a stir here if you actually were, Shizuku. But, uh... if you don't mind me asking, how do you poop n' all that junk?" Out of all the questions he had, this was the one that was most on his mind. He was curious.

She came to apply?

Surely he would've remembered that.

Listening on to her story either way and sheepishly avoiding eye contact with her, he felt somewhat to blame for her current predicament. If you could even call it a predicament. What, so it was his fault that she was the Little Mermaid now? Did she come over so he could pay her back in full from all the pain, suffering and ridicule she'd endured? Honestly, if she'd wanted to actually join his division, she would've waited until he woke up... right? ... Eh!

"What, so you fly around invisible like some sort of exhibitionist? I mean, not that there's a problem with it, just... Interesting, I guess? Lift your head up, now." It being moreso of a suggestion than an order, he smiled lightly at her, though he wasn't sure if the situation called for something like that. Honestly, it would've been fun to have her in his squad, but noooooo, someone had to interfere n' stuff. "What do you want me to do, pleasure you for your troubles? S'whatever."

"Sure, sure. I'm uh, Seijirou Seta, Jusanbantai-Taichō. Honestly, you can call me whatever the hell you feel like, i'm not too big on honorifics n' crap. Seta, Seiji, Sei, Jirou... whatever works, y'know?" Leaning himself back lightly— though he still didn't quite know what she wanted in general, he tried to think about it. Living along for the rest of his days with the lower half of a fish and the upper half of... well, him. Was that why she hid herself from everyone? Honestly, he had to admit that she'd be an object of... what, interest? Not that she was an object.

"Yeah... this is my humble headquarters. Sorry for not being awake that time, I guess." How else was he supposed to respond? Honestly, he didn't know if he was even supposed to be feeling sorry for her. She looked content with her situation, at least.