#but keiko doesn't want izuru to worry himself to death so she tries not to stress him out.

[godkilller]

THE BLACK LACQUER BOX────its sleek, obsidian surface inlaid with a vibrant design of gold filigree sunflowers────promises that Gin is allowed to keep and use even after having finished with its contents, and it has enough heft to it, that Izuru offers to hold it for his captain as he opens it. Inside, an unlabeled bottle of a sweet-looking, amber-colored liquid is carefully cradled in satin lining.

❝ I made this wine from the persimmons, ❞ Izuru informs, the shyness reaching his eyes and a thumb idly tracing the stem of a sunflower. The Kira family, with its roots in rice-farming, produces its own quality sake enjoyed by the Seireitei's wealth and those who like to splurge, but Izuru kept their seal off of this particular batch. It would feel a little tasteless otherwise, no? And its not much, in the way of gifts────this wine, this hand-painted box. He thought that the personal touches would be nice, but now it doesn't feel like it should be enough. He'd give Gin so much more, if the man was less the subdued sort.

❝ ...If you and Rangiku would like to make plans for your birthday, I would be happy to watch Keiko for you. And, I insist you let me pay for your special evening. ❞

gin's birthday asks! open from sept. 9 - 16th.

THE LIEUTENANT WAS EVER-READY TO LEND GIN A HELPING HAND, EVEN IF IT WAS TO SIMPLY UNBOX A GIFT. The bottle residing within was sizeable, enough so that Gin let out an audible 'ooh' at its unveiling.

❝ I'm gonna haveta hide this from Rangiku, ain't I? ❞ Came a light tease whilst Gin let Izuru take credit where it was due; this was an exceptional gift, and he needn't worry so much about it being considered small or insignificant. Gin loved persimmons, and he knew how much Izuru disliked them -- so that fact alone made the work put into this gift worth tenfold the typical amount. How'd Izuru manage to endure that process? The smell alone was likely enough to make him want to scrunch his nose on a good day, right? He knew his lieutenant well enough that every offering of his persimmons from the tree he regrew on the Third's grounds was often met with reluctance if not downright rejection, albeit sheepish. This was cute, truly, and thoughtful of Izuru.

❝ Thank you, Izuru, I'll enjoy every last drop of this. ❞ With a slight bow of his head, Gin meant what he said. This gift would be savored. However, the additional offering of babysitting services made Gin chuckle out a low noise of amusement, his smile bright.

❝ No need to offer payin', y'know. But Keiko-chan sure does like hangin' out with ya. ❞ The truth, regardless of whether or not Rangiku had plans of hauling him off for a nice dinner or something else -- Izuru was always welcomed as part of the family simply based on just how much Keiko enjoyed his company.

The girl was a handful to anyone else, but with Izuru Gin supposed she felt some sense of worry over making the poor lieutenant more stressed out than he already was as a baseline. She respected him, too, and thought he was the 'coolest lieutenant besides mom' last Gin heard. She'd probably insist on showing him the latest tech she snagged from Urahara Kisuke or the Twelfth Division, though Gin hardly understood most of that. The phones were certainly beyond him, but maybe Izuru could keep up with her babbling about apps.

#[ roleplay ] predator; murder on his mind & hymns on his tongue #[ verse: new generation ] we deserve a soft epilogue; a peaceful beginning #gin's 2k23 birthday celebration #[ dynamic: gin and rangiku ] grow from the sorrow in me; the winter in us #;w; aw IZURUUUUUU. #also keiko being a menace but always behaving with izuru gives me life. #is she still a handful? and a lil brat? yeah. #but keiko doesn't want izuru to worry himself to death so she tries not to stress him out. #only comical moments --