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Cough 052 - [Accidental Video]

[The PCD turns on to show a figure wrapped up in a blanket, long white hair spilling over his shoulders. Ukitake is on the roof, though it isn't apparent as to why, but that's not important. All he's doing is staring out over the city, the chill in the air tinging his pale cheeks pink. And when he speaks, whether it's to himself or an unseen person is unknown, his voice is soft, quiet.]

Just a captain without his soldiers.

[He goes silent again for a few moments, but then chuckles to himself, a hand reaching out to the sword resting beside him, his fingers lightly trailing over the scabbard.]

That's silly of me to say. Kuchiki-san is here and others could show up any day, though I wouldn't wish this curse upon them.

[He sighs and places his palm flat against the scabbard now.]

I need a goal, Sougyo no Kotowari. I can only sit back and watch for so much longer.

[He looks back out across the expanse before the PCD shuts off.]

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Hello, Ukitake-taichou~!

_{[Here, have another blanket on your head before Urahara plops down next to you and pours tea.]}

Oh!

[He flails for a moment, but then manages to free himself from the ocean of blanket, though his hair is all wonky now because of it. Ukitake quickly tries to fix it, brushing his bangs out of his face, but it's just not the same. Even so, he hesitantly pulls the blanket tighter around himself, wondering how cold Urahara would be.]

_{[Urahara just watches Ukitake in his great struggle with the blanket, an amused smirk curving at his lips when Ukitake tries to return his hair into its normal neatness. He'd tease the man about vanity, but...

That grin says enough on its own, so he'll just hand over a cup of tea.]}

[He sees that grin. He see and he narrows his eyes just slightly before taking the cup.]

Thank you, Urahara-san.

Never a problem, Ukitake-taichou~

_{[The grin doesn't go away, though he does pull out some milk candy from his pockets and sets it down between them.]}

[...Milk candy. Urahara-san, why you do this? He's just...going to take a couple pieces. Yep. Nothing to see here.]

_{[Because it's what Willy Wonka taught him how to make.

Plopping a piece into his mouth now, humming quietly.]}

[Turn him into a giant blueberry and Ukitake miiight have trouble forgiving you, Urahara.

But he eats a piece anyway, and smiles into his teacup.]

_{[Looking up into the sky before...]}

Feeling a little better now?

[Tea sip.]

Mn. A little.

Give it time, Ukitake-taichou...

_{[He leans back on both hands with a small smile. One of those smiles that means his words arise from personal experience.]}

Eventually you'll find a goal to focus on, even if it's only a refusal to let this place crush your spirit.

[A refusal to let this place crush your spirit, indeed. He should listen to Urahara quite seriously this time, he thinks. The man is much wiser than he acts.]

The Animus try their best, don't they?

They do, but that's just the cycle of life.

_{[It's not just the Animus that can crush spirits. It's not only this world, and Urahara knows from personal experience.]}

Hm. I've been here long enough, I can take a little more, I suppose.

Maa... I know Ukitake-taichou is strong enough to take more than a little more.

Flattery will get you nowhere, Urahara-san.

[Or is that everywhere? Hm.]

Who said it was flattery?

I have a feeling.

Well... [He turns to look back up towards the sky.] It wasn't.

[Ukitake watches his companion for a few moments, studying his face.

He believes Urahara.]

...My apologies. I did not mean to doubt your words.

_{[There's another small smile as grey eyes slide over to meet Ukitake's.]}

Ukitake-taichou needs to be more confident in himself.

Or just open my eyes.

_{[A low chuckle.]}

Or that.

Hm. I have my moments, I know.

I'd say sitting out on your roof, in the cold, after having just gotten over a cold is one of them~

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