Seeing Abarai get dragged off in a drugged stupor was fairly satisfying, though he couldn't say it'd been completely worth it. He did, however, make a mental note to move the vice-captain up a few paces on his list. If he thought he was getting off with just that, he was sorely mistaken.

It felt a little better once he'd been bandaged, but his head was still foggy and he had not one single logical explanation for what had just happened. He didn't have much stomach for anything else, not after being nearly impaled by a writing utensil, then bruised, and bitten of all things. He sat quietly instead, trying to get a better hold on his bearings. It seemed Abarai wasn't alone. Gin easily recognized the ryoka with brilliant orange hair as well as...

Gin's smile faded. If he didn't already know what happened to a person when they died, he would swear he was in his own private Hell. First physical abuse from someone as pitiful as Abarai-kun and now this emotional baggage. Hadn't he said goodbye to her only hours ago? Moments even. This was turning out to be a very bad day.