Wow, she was very bitter. And blunt. Seito would have cringed if she could not clearly see his face. [i]Seriously, I am not going to enjoy my time in the living world.[/i] Maybe he could ask someone else to take his place. Maybe even one of the other Shinigami from the 13th Division. His eyes quickly scanned the area as they made their way down the street. There were a few of his squadron, but they were too far away to call out. [i]Great.[/i] He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, peering down at the shorter woman. She was asking about his lute. 

[b]”I mean, I can strum it a little while we’re waiting for the Hollow to show up, right?”[/b] he asked, shrugging roughly. [b]”I’ve always liked music and art. I can’t live without any of those things for a few hours.”[/b] 

It was true that Seito was always playing the lute or drawing or writing. He didn’t like to fight much and he much rather curl up and paint. [b]”Anyway, we should hurry up. The Hollows aren’t going to be good little things for much longer, I think.”[/b]