while trying to skeeve off writing Shiba pr0n
I’ve never seen snow, he said. He was tired, and annoyed, and the rambling at his ear had grown irritating to him, his arms were heavy and numb from cold water and effort. They weren’t really getting anywhere. Still, Hyourinmaru for all his endless circles and unanswerable questions decided then to be brief. Then I will show you, the dragon said.
And then he did.
He was found knee deep in the blizzard that covered the whole city that year, still standing. His fingers had frozen to the hilt. His eyes had frozen to the sky. Someone wrapped something around him, and it took him a moment to realize Captain Aizen had covered him with his haori.
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