[Log] Gin, Kisuke [In-Progress]

[merrimental]

Title: Unconventional Convenience
Characters: Gin, Kisuke
Locale: Kisuke's Office
Timeframe: Late afternoon
What: Extra-curicular therapy with someone decidedly less dull than Tousen.
Rating/Warning: None yet.

Gin had found that things were always dullest in

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[pomppsycho]

Kisuke had spent the last two or three minutes making little castles out of the pastel buttermints in the copper dish on his desk, one pink or green mint at a time. By the time Gin had reached his office, settled in began conversing with Kisuke, the castle was finished. Kisuke took a sip of his tea, carefully, eyeing the other man with bright eyes from under the brim of his strange hat.

"Mr. Ichimaru," he greeted brightly.

His mouth smiled more than the expression of his eyes did and, with a swift movement, Kisuke snatched the large piece of paper under the mint-castle out. The mints tumbled and skittered along the surface of the desk.

Kisuke pouted at them, picking a white one up and sliding it into his mouth, clutched between his teeth. "I was bored. Mint?"

[merrimental]

For once, Gin wasn't sure how to react. In less than a minute, this man had both confirmed and denied all the allegations (or more rightfully gossip) made against him. He was peculiar, certainly, and also frank. More frank than a therapist should be, which made Gin wonder if he was like this with his patients as well. Thus far, it seemed that for Urahara, the line between work and play was indistinguishable.

How intriguing.

"No thank you," Gin responded, taking a slow sip of his tea. It would be interesting to see where this conversation led, if only Gin knew how to start it.

[pomppsycho]

Kisuke kept his eyes trained on various things in the office, neither meeting nor avoiding the other man's face, countenance holding an appearance of general comfort with his surroundings mixed with vague interest in whatever it was Gin might have to say anytime soon. He crushed the little white mint between his teeth, popping a pink one in.

He waited for it to melt a little, so sweet it made him salivate, before he continued in a I-don't-care-if-I-have-food-in-my-mouth sort of voice.

"You're sure? They're delicious and very expensive and things. Anyway, I'm glad you actually showed up. You're more prudent than most of my patients, even. I'd just like to as you, Mr. Ichimaru, how your therapy with Kaname is proceeding? I'm sure it's in all of our best interests if we communicate about these things. What are you in here for, again?"

[merrimental]

Why his therapy with Tousen mattered to this man, Gin couldn't fathom. Still, he didn't mind - he had a hundred things to say about the man who had none.

"Personally, I ain't fond of him," Gin remarked airily, toying with his spoon. "Not the most tactful human bein' I know. He's intelligent, but he ain't savvy." He shrugged following that. "Don't blame him, though. Bein' a therapist here is like bein' a jack-of-all-trades. Ain't his fault if he's missin' one."

He stared into his cup, watching the amber liquid swirl with mild delight. He wondered how to broach the subject of his internment. This man seemed to appreciate bluntness, and while it would be a fun experiment, Gin doubted saying, "I murdered six women" would get as entertaining a reaction from Kisuke Urahara as it would from someone else. Instead, he opted for a simple, vague yet pragmatic, "Sociopathy."