The idea of spending the shift in the Arts and Crafts room, even if it came with whatever kind of disaster could occur when he was in the presence of glue and glitter and scissors, was somehow very appealing to Hanatarou right about now. It probably would've been best if he'd not balked at hanging out with the "other children," no matter how much younger they actually were, because then this person wouldn't have been there.

That smile the man gave him wasn't exactly the same kind as former captain Ichimaru's, but despite the difference in style it still conveyed rather the same level of threat to the diminuitive shinigami. At least he was fairly certain that there wouldn't be any actual physical violence in the middle of the day, with all the hovering staff members in the room. Would there?

"I'm, um. Er." Hanatarou gulped quietly, peering up at the stranger through his untidy bangs before hesitantly continuing, "I'm n-not sure how I could be entertaining. I'm just. Ah. M-me." It was true, he didn't understand why it was so amusing, even if he had long ago resigned himself to the fact that people found it so.