(+) in his voice. he'd been clinging to the vain hope that maybe here he wouldn't have to prove himself. but it's no less than he's used to. )

(+) getting back! )

i don't even know why he chose me...i don't fight, i'm too small to be worth eating, and there are better healers in soul society...

( maybe he's being saved as an appetizer. )

you sound like the people in my division.

( and perhaps there's a little bit of disappointment (+)

(+) of going back, he can't open a garganta, can't do anything but remain at the whims of arrancar who clearly don't particularly like him —

— 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰. )

and he d-didn't say hamilton...! he said hamtaro...which isn't my name either! it's hanataro! hanataro yamada!

(+) tells me to, uh, to d-do something...i'll listen. i'm not taking it as a joke, i promise!

( and then, with no small amount of hesitation — )

and. um. it's hanataro, by the way.

#ooc

hamilton had me giggling in my university's dining center like some kind of maniac. what's next, hamlet? hampton? new hampshire?

i think it's very sweet.

#ooc

he might cry. fair warning.

(+) shihakusho, i mean. i won't wear it, not if you don't want me to! but i'd like to at least...have it...

( he trails off, feeling inexplicably guilty for what is really, in his opinion, a pretty straightforward request. )

(+) enough, hanataro decides. he isn't sure what luxembourg means when he says that hanataro won't ever be like 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, only knows that it doesn't sound particularly complimentary. )

um...!

( hands wring together as he tries to work up the courage to speak. )

can i at least keep this? my (+)

gets me every time.