Angel spun around in the direction of the scuffle. The sight of a riot was hardly new to him, but this one sprung up so fast—seemingly out of nowhere—that it surprised even him. Maybe because he was usually asleep during the day and so had never considered the possibility that a riot could erupt over breakfast.
His gaze fell almost automatically to Skuld, one of the few familiar faces. She seemed to be getting out of the way. It was just about all he could pick out of the chaos. That, and the sharp scent of blood.
No, Hitsugaya really hadn't needed to warn him. The last thing he wanted was to add to the swelling mob. Besides, one look at the participants told him they could handle whatever they'd gotten themselves into; his only concern was the bystanders, but they seemed to have ducked off to the sides all right. For now, anyway.
Sliding his own chair back, his eyes never left the fight.
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His gaze fell almost automatically to Skuld, one of the few familiar faces. She seemed to be getting out of the way. It was just about all he could pick out of the chaos. That, and the sharp scent of blood.
No, Hitsugaya really hadn't needed to warn him. The last thing he wanted was to add to the swelling mob. Besides, one look at the participants told him they could handle whatever they'd gotten themselves into; his only concern was the bystanders, but they seemed to have ducked off to the sides all right. For now, anyway.
Sliding his own chair back, his eyes never left the fight.
"Does this happen a lot?"