[center][color=#ff85a2]Mitsue Kurotuo[/color][/Center]
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[color=gray]If there was anyone that loved to rest their eyes under the kindling warmth of the sun it was none other than Mitsue. It was all about appreciating the little things in life and being able to relax in between the hectic flow of life in the Gotei 13. Previously, he had grown accustomed to the chirps and clicks of cicadas back when he was living and now that he was dead, but one thing he had not grown accustomed to was the butterfly trying to perch itself on the tip of his nose. His peace gone he tried to swat whatever it was away before he realized the battle had already been lost. Opening his eyes only furthered his depression, [color=#ff85a2]“Another meeting I guess”[/color] checking the time, [color=#ff85a2]“And I guess I’m late.”[/color] 

Reluctantly the captain rose and shuffled into his ceremonial garb and made his way to the main hall. A crushed box slithered out of his haori along with his hand as a white stick appeared from being jostled around. A quick smoke was all he needed to get through this and from previous experience he knew quite intimately how to time it. Finally arriving he saw his contemporaries had already made themselves comfortable almost too comfortable with Taro already putting his nose to the grindstone whilst the seasoned alcoholic in Myako was already offering drinks. 

[color=#ff85a2]“Good grief, maybe I’ll take that drink”[/color] he said combing any loose hairs out of the front of his face. Mitsue made his way in between Taro and Okirigae and made himself at home. [color=#ff85a2]“You know you’ll poke someone’s eye out if you keep twirling that around Mosumi. I’m offended you didn’t wait for me either or drag me out. That goes for you to Taro you giant door stop.”[/color]
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