Gin left when the shifts changed, eager for a little more pleasant company. While talking with Kurosaki had been vaguely enlightening, it had certainly taken a toll on his patience. Something he found himself in short supply of after today's events.
So rather than stay outside, he'd opted for the next best thing, a room where genuine sunlight actually touched the floor. Though if the sky was any indication, it looked like it was getting on toward evening. He was wishing he'd eaten a little more at breakfast even if he hadn't been hungry then, he was getting to be now. It didn't bother him enough to check out the cafeteria though, and he let his eyes skim over the inhabitants of the Sun Room. There were only a few small groups of people dotting the room and none of them seemed terribly hostile just yet.
He took a seat and let his mind crawl over the details of what he'd learned from Kurosaki and Jinn. The doors opened at when night fell. They'd be free to roam the building, though there was the risk of running into something that could potentially make the going a bit difficult. Gin had a feeling he hadn't seen the last of Abarai either. There was a good chance the vice-captain had made friends here and the thought of being pursued by the foul night time beasties as well as a pack of patients who wanted his head on a pike just wasn't very comforting.
Not to mention Ran. Their last little meeting hadn't exactly gone as... as what? As he'd planned? He hadn't exactly planned to run into her or any of the other shinigami any time in the immediate future. It'd certainly been painful, but he wasn't without his share of enjoyment from the exchange either. He honestly wasn't certain to expect from his childhood friend come nightfall. She'd actually tried listening to him earlier, though whether that was just to get the hit in or... He pushed the thought away. No, Ran wasn't near as good at hiding her motives as he was. The pain on her face had been more than apparent.
No regrets, he reminded himself. He smiled casually, wondering if anyone would actually approach him. Most were put off by... many aspects of his personality, not to mention his looks, ever-present smile, and slitted eyes, but, he reasoned, he could always seek someone out if no one came to him. He doubted the others here knew much more than Kurosaki, but there was always the possibility.
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So rather than stay outside, he'd opted for the next best thing, a room where genuine sunlight actually touched the floor. Though if the sky was any indication, it looked like it was getting on toward evening. He was wishing he'd eaten a little more at breakfast even if he hadn't been hungry then, he was getting to be now. It didn't bother him enough to check out the cafeteria though, and he let his eyes skim over the inhabitants of the Sun Room. There were only a few small groups of people dotting the room and none of them seemed terribly hostile just yet.
He took a seat and let his mind crawl over the details of what he'd learned from Kurosaki and Jinn. The doors opened at when night fell. They'd be free to roam the building, though there was the risk of running into something that could potentially make the going a bit difficult. Gin had a feeling he hadn't seen the last of Abarai either. There was a good chance the vice-captain had made friends here and the thought of being pursued by the foul night time beasties as well as a pack of patients who wanted his head on a pike just wasn't very comforting.
Not to mention Ran. Their last little meeting hadn't exactly gone as... as what? As he'd planned? He hadn't exactly planned to run into her or any of the other shinigami any time in the immediate future. It'd certainly been painful, but he wasn't without his share of enjoyment from the exchange either. He honestly wasn't certain to expect from his childhood friend come nightfall. She'd actually tried listening to him earlier, though whether that was just to get the hit in or... He pushed the thought away. No, Ran wasn't near as good at hiding her motives as he was. The pain on her face had been more than apparent.
No regrets, he reminded himself. He smiled casually, wondering if anyone would actually approach him. Most were put off by... many aspects of his personality, not to mention his looks, ever-present smile, and slitted eyes, but, he reasoned, he could always seek someone out if no one came to him. He doubted the others here knew much more than Kurosaki, but there was always the possibility.