haori: (Smile with your heart of gold)
[When Ukitake shows up on the network, he is no longer wearing his Japanese clothing.  No, he has been affected like everyone else, and is wearing a gentleman's attire, his hair pulled back into a ponytail again.]

This is fun, though I find myself not entirely comfortable in the tightness of these sleeves or trousers.  There's no breathing room!

[But he waves it off, because it could be a lot worse, and he knows that.]

And to think, another year in the life of Ukitake-san has gone by.  How many more will I see, I wonder?

[And with a smile, he turns off the PCD.]
haori: (Tore your soul out of your chest)
[A hand drops from the screen, showing Ukitake laying in bed, his hair flowing over the sheets and his bare shoulder, his yukata having slipped down.  But he doesn't seem to notice, or care.  He gives a long-suffering sigh.]

If anyone could...make me some tea, I would be very happy.

[He makes no move to do any of this himself.  But Ukitake also doesn't seem to be sick, just...lazy.]

And for your hard work, you could...even be rewarded with a kiss.

[...Oh dear.]


[ooc:  Dearest Ukitake has Sloth.  And Lust.  Yep.]

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