[With patience and immense attention to detail, he finished cleaning the kitchen. His usual routine made it easy to make sure everything was ready for the next day. Nothing would be left out of place unless someone snuck in for a snack. If that were the case, it was simply out of his hands. Locking the front door of the top and balancing the register, Kisuke finished up his routine with a shower and slipped into a fresh shihakusho all so he could go back into the lab and continue his usual nightly routine.
He stopped just shy of the tatami he used to hide the entrance, fingers poised above the edge. Down the hall, he could hear the hum of the television in the sitting room. No noise, otherwise. He could slip down the ladder quietly without waking anyone and consider it a polite gesture. Something stalled that thought in his head and, instead of slipping down the ladder, he turned and walked back down the hall to find Yoruichi dozing peacefully under the kotatsu while the television hummed on low volume. A toy commercial was playing.
Without saying a word, he slipped under the kotatsu on the other side of the table. Leaning his elbow on top of it, he decided to watch whatever came up the screen next. Strangely, he didn't think any further than the moment. There were plenty of things he could get done but that moment's impulse wasn't going to abandon him at all that evening. It was a rare instance in which, without anymore compulsion than a brief inkling, he decided to relax.]
[Of course Yoruichi never helps out at the shop, it's not something she's interested in doing. Just a place she happens to live when she's in the area, which, after the whole Aizen and quincy debacle(s), she's taken to doing a lot more frequently. Remaining in the area, that is. There's even a room set aside just for her now thanks to a few adjustments.
All that taken into account mostly explains her presence the current night. There's no immediate danger, her lectures at the Academy are done for the week, and she's feeling comfortable enough to stick around and laze about. Watching television's not high on her list of hobbies, yet a particular someone extols the virtues of a few ranger shows so often that the former captain can't help but be a little intrigued. Curiosity and cats as people say.
The toy commercial is airing about half an hour after the last showing of one of the many reruns, which she fell asleep halfway through. Repeated yelling of ridiculous attack names makes her drowsy, and with the mild breeze coming from the nearby window, it's (one of) the perfect atmosphere(s) to take a nap in. So with the shuffling of the kotatsu and very rude interruption of her snooze zone, Yoruichi awakens quickly enough to instinctively kick at his legs under the table in opposition.]
You're letting the warmth out you idiot. [Yes, her head is still down and her eyes closed. Maybe if she ignores him long enough he'll go away.]
[He exaggerated an 'oof' as she caught his thigh with a gentle enough kick, bending just a bit at the waist to play it up a bit--even if his delivery was particularly dry that evening. Kisuke sunk back into his cushion and plucked off his hat, dropping it on the tabletop and wrestling with every temptation to go running back down into the basement. Old habits didn't just go away--especially not such well-trained ones as his. He'd be thinking about the ladder all night.
Checking with a quick glance over the table, Kisuke saw Yoruichi had been in the same position when he stepped in without losing what he assumed was her most comfortable spot. He'd seen her kick through steel like it was paper but somehow that was just a little more impressive. Turning over a little smile, he turned back to the television and waited through the same commercials he'd seen a hundred times already.]
You should thank me for it. You'll appreciate the heat even more after losing it.
[He liked those hero shows. Simple. The heroes rarely needed to make incredible decisions and usually, they pulled through and won in the end. They succeeded by the skin of their teeth all the time, never giving in or losing their heroic spark for long at all. If there was anything he'd consider to be a superpower completely out of his reach, it would be hopefulness. If he could synthesize it, maybe he wouldn't need so much time in the lab. At the thought, he furrowed his brows and looked from the television to the window outside. He eyed the sealing for a moment. A charming person might have offered to warm her up themselves. Instead, he was the sort of man who would think it more practical and yield better results to design a more efficient window and install it to keep her warm more in the year.
With that thought in mind, no. Hope was off the table and better made available to people who couldn't ruin it by overthinking things. Anxiety was much more effective for him. It was nice to imagine, though.]
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On a chilly autumn night!
He stopped just shy of the tatami he used to hide the entrance, fingers poised above the edge. Down the hall, he could hear the hum of the television in the sitting room. No noise, otherwise. He could slip down the ladder quietly without waking anyone and consider it a polite gesture. Something stalled that thought in his head and, instead of slipping down the ladder, he turned and walked back down the hall to find Yoruichi dozing peacefully under the kotatsu while the television hummed on low volume. A toy commercial was playing.
Without saying a word, he slipped under the kotatsu on the other side of the table. Leaning his elbow on top of it, he decided to watch whatever came up the screen next. Strangely, he didn't think any further than the moment. There were plenty of things he could get done but that moment's impulse wasn't going to abandon him at all that evening. It was a rare instance in which, without anymore compulsion than a brief inkling, he decided to relax.]
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All that taken into account mostly explains her presence the current night. There's no immediate danger, her lectures at the Academy are done for the week, and she's feeling comfortable enough to stick around and laze about. Watching television's not high on her list of hobbies, yet a particular someone extols the virtues of a few ranger shows so often that the former captain can't help but be a little intrigued. Curiosity and cats as people say.
The toy commercial is airing about half an hour after the last showing of one of the many reruns, which she fell asleep halfway through. Repeated yelling of ridiculous attack names makes her drowsy, and with the mild breeze coming from the nearby window, it's (one of) the perfect atmosphere(s) to take a nap in. So with the shuffling of the kotatsu and very rude interruption of her snooze zone, Yoruichi awakens quickly enough to instinctively kick at his legs under the table in opposition.]
You're letting the warmth out you idiot. [Yes, her head is still down and her eyes closed. Maybe if she ignores him long enough he'll go away.]
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Checking with a quick glance over the table, Kisuke saw Yoruichi had been in the same position when he stepped in without losing what he assumed was her most comfortable spot. He'd seen her kick through steel like it was paper but somehow that was just a little more impressive. Turning over a little smile, he turned back to the television and waited through the same commercials he'd seen a hundred times already.]
You should thank me for it. You'll appreciate the heat even more after losing it.
[He liked those hero shows. Simple. The heroes rarely needed to make incredible decisions and usually, they pulled through and won in the end. They succeeded by the skin of their teeth all the time, never giving in or losing their heroic spark for long at all. If there was anything he'd consider to be a superpower completely out of his reach, it would be hopefulness. If he could synthesize it, maybe he wouldn't need so much time in the lab. At the thought, he furrowed his brows and looked from the television to the window outside. He eyed the sealing for a moment. A charming person might have offered to warm her up themselves. Instead, he was the sort of man who would think it more practical and yield better results to design a more efficient window and install it to keep her warm more in the year.
With that thought in mind, no. Hope was off the table and better made available to people who couldn't ruin it by overthinking things. Anxiety was much more effective for him. It was nice to imagine, though.]