Tricked was how Gin felt. Lured away from his afternoon nap by a warm hand ruffling his hair, a pretty smile and the promise of a snack, he was trudging after Aizen grumpily. He didn't know where they were headed, but he was absolutely sure that he wasn't going to have a snack any time soon.

The words 'snack after blah blah' ghosted around in his ( Read more... )