浮竹 十四郎 | Ukitake Jyuushirou

[Ukitake is sitting in his garden with a blanket draped over his shoulders and his haori in his lap, long, slender fingers pulling the hem closer to his body.  The stitching has come out in some places along the bottom edge and the fabric is wearing thin in others, like the shoulders and hem.  There is a threaded needle held carefully between his lips.

The garment has gone a long time without repair.

Pulling the needle from his lips, Ukitake begins to mend, smiling peacefully as he does so.]

It is never too early to prepare for the future, as some of you have already pointed out, wisely so.

[He goes silent again and quickly stitches up a section of hem that had lost its thread.]

I have delayed far too long on you, my friend.

[Looking at the camera for the first time this entire post, Ukitake smiles.]

Yuki-san, if I may ask your assistance?  It is getting colder and I know that snowdrops commonly flower in late autumn and winter.  If you have or happen to come across any, would you please let me know?

[He studies the material for another moment before noticing another area to fix, then shuts off his PCD.]