[Action] [backdated to the fourth]

[100deaths_a_day]

[Dean's standing in town, staring into a shop window. There's something akin to slight longing in his eyes, but it's gone after he blinks. There's a small sigh, before he shakes his head. He spent all his damned money on christmas, and now he's seen these on display. Typical

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[damn_juicebox]

Those are ludicrous.

[Oh hey, there's a short soul reaper standing next to Dean, peering critically at the displays. Surely such weapons couldn't hold their shape if they were ever actually used.]

Do you normally stare at such gaudy things?

[Grin grin grin.]

[100deaths_a_day]

[They'd be display ones, moron. And even if not, there are ways to temper blades and make them stronger. He'd just have to find someone to do that.

But he's not even going to put on an amused front, just give her a flat look.] They're decorative, which is kind of their point. And no.

You want something or are you here to just bug the crap out of me.

[damn_juicebox]

[Well that was rude. Rukia's look of glitter-eyed trolling turns to annoyance.]

You're in a particularly sour mood. What's the matter?

[100deaths_a_day]

Well, you saw the fact I was shopping alone? I wanted it to stay like that.

[Okay, so he shouldn't be lashing at her because of his frustrations. He knows this. And yet. Just one more person to push away, huh? his mind snipes at him. Which just pushes his mood further south.]

But if I need someone to hold my hand, I'll be the first to let you know. [That tone was Arid.]