And a statement like that was a very effective way to get the walls that Shunsui had slowly and systematically started constructing that he was only even vaguely aware he'd been building because it was just so habitual at this point to start crumbling before they'd even gotten too high.
He softened, quite a bit, and offered her a faint smile, though he still had to bat back the nagging urge to just tell her to go to bed already out of the back of his mind.
"Then if it's all the same to you, Octavia-chan," in the truest sense of the words, "I'd like to suggest a topic that's not the Soul Society, as I hardly find it a pleasant subject to discuss."
After all, even her beloved gods of Ancient Greece rarely deigned to stay put aloft their home on Mount Olympus.
"Might I suggest something a bit lighter? More enjoyable?" The bright and airy cushion of a forcefield rather than a sturdy wall, perhaps? "There's no lack of subjects to which I could speak at great length. Like poetry, maybe ♥? Or my book. Would you believe I was actually thinking of working on it today?" He did not expect her to believe it, even if it was true, and he'd just been distracted by how terrible Apu was. "Because of a poem that I was thinking of, no less. Would you like to hear it?"
He thought about just telling her, and not asking at all, but if he was going to be dancing in the dark, he'd much rather it be with a partner than by himself, no matter how distracted or exhausted or disinterested the partner may be.
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He softened, quite a bit, and offered her a faint smile, though he still had to bat back the nagging urge to just tell her to go to bed already out of the back of his mind.
"Then if it's all the same to you, Octavia-chan," in the truest sense of the words, "I'd like to suggest a topic that's not the Soul Society, as I hardly find it a pleasant subject to discuss."
After all, even her beloved gods of Ancient Greece rarely deigned to stay put aloft their home on Mount Olympus.
"Might I suggest something a bit lighter? More enjoyable?" The bright and airy cushion of a forcefield rather than a sturdy wall, perhaps? "There's no lack of subjects to which I could speak at great length. Like poetry, maybe ♥? Or my book. Would you believe I was actually thinking of working on it today?" He did not expect her to believe it, even if it was true, and he'd just been distracted by how terrible Apu was. "Because of a poem that I was thinking of, no less. Would you like to hear it?"
He thought about just telling her, and not asking at all, but if he was going to be dancing in the dark, he'd much rather it be with a partner than by himself, no matter how distracted or exhausted or disinterested the partner may be.