Breakfast had been interesting, if only because Zaraki was such a simpleton. Let slip that there were a few challenging fights and the man had little interest in anything else. So long as Gin didn't become one of those targets, Zaraki could terrorize whomever he pleased.

Gin jotted down a message on the bulletin, then found a seat on one of the empty couches. Outside might've been a better choice for people watching, but he wanted to keep a close eye on the bulletin board.

[Free for threading. Limit: any]