[Death] Void bite

Since when did she start following behind her.

Can't remember.

The time ahead is like an instant. Even though his reason knows that it is a long enough time for the rocks to be eroded and the wind and the moon to be gone, but there is no trace worth mentioning in his memory. The sand is the same everywhere.

The future is like eternity.

She didn't leave after she appeared, as if the world should be like this, and she was born destined to come to his side, there was already a vacant place there, and it always belonged to her.

So that from now on, forever, always.

Urquiola thought, inadvertently catching a glimpse of a hoodie on a hanger, with fluffy round ears sewn into it, brown and probably soft.He couldn't understand why humans would imitate animals, but soon someone reached over and took the dress off the shelf.He was so familiar with the contours of those hands that he could recognize them even if he only saw them out of the corner of his eye.

Galan asked about this and that clothes silently.

yes.he answered.

Before she appeared, he had never imagined that he could communicate with anyone like this, no, let alone in this form, and the communication itself did not appear in his mind, and the idea of ​​​​trying to communicate with others never existed. .

It was just a coat, so she simply put it on on the spot, wrapped her hands in the fur-trimmed sleeves, zipped it up, and put the hat on her head.

Maybe it will be very warm, but Xu is not afraid of the cold, so such a design is meaningless to them.

But he still stretched out his hand, and Jia Lan would always notice his movements quickly and approach his fingers.The ears on the clothes are a bit too soft, her ears are more powerful, and they have a clear shape under the fine fluff. When they first touched it, it was probably because of the itching that they would instinctively turn the direction, but soon, Is it to cooperate with him? She will obediently and repressively let her ear rest on her head quietly.

is she looking at me

She always looks at me.

Her eyes are a warm brown.Among them, the pupil is a tiny point—ordinarily speaking.But when he looked at him, he could see the black pupils dilated, so his appearance would also be reflected in the blackness.

It should be a manifestation of tension, or a manifestation of fear, like the instinctive reaction evolved by the prey when they see their natural enemies, in order to gain more light, and to find a way out of despair.

But that certainly wouldn't be her idea.

His fingers brushed the corners of her eyes, but she didn't blink.Then on the cheeks, she raised her head slightly, revealing the line of her neck, exposing her vitals in front of him carelessly, with a slight and vague sound that a cat would make in her throat.

What are you thinking when you look at me?

he asked in his heart.

But if you don't ask, she still can't hear.

If you ask, but you can't understand each other, a certain flash of thought.

Ichimaru Gin said something suddenly, he didn't understand, but Garan turned his head away, "We are not lovers, Master Ichimaru." She said seriously.

He looked at Gin Ichimaru's fuss with the same doubts as Garan.

This topic seems to have aroused some interest in Gin Ichimaru. On the way afterwards, he rambled about something, of course——Urkiola looked at the few humans on the other side—or it might just be for diversion topic.

"...Where's Neutra?"

"I hate him." Garan's voice was very crisp.

Ichimaru Gin laughed, and suddenly thought of something, "Xiaoge Mingming also has an annoying personality, you didn't even say you hate him so bluntly."

"I kind of like Grimmjow," she replied casually.

--like.

Sensing his pause, Garan looked at him.He didn't ask, and he didn't "ask", he just asked with his eyes.

And he looked away.

Ichimaru Gin interrupted the silence, he waved his hands in front of Kalan overjoyed, stealing her attention, "What about me?" he asked.

"You?" He hesitated this time.

"Yeah, me." Ichimaru Gin said with his usual smile.

"I don't think you should ask people's evaluation of you face to face like this..."

"What's the matter~"

"...it would be embarrassing for both of us."

"I'm not embarrassed, just tell me," Ichimaru Gin said while pretending to be heartbroken, "Even if Kalan hates me, I won't be too sad."

There was a long period of silence, and finally Jialan sighed helplessly but not disgustedly, "I like you very much, are you happy?"

"Of course." Ichimaru Gin's smile didn't change at all.

This conversation should end here.

But Gin Ichimaru suddenly lowered his voice, "What about little U? Er?" He asked mysteriously.

Even so, it was a volume that everyone present could hear.

Garan stared back at Ichimaru Gin's next words with "Are you an idiot?"

She no longer casts her gaze here.She wouldn't fail to notice that he cared, but she could also sense his avoidance of talking about it.So she pretends she didn't notice anything.

In fact, it's not that he hasn't separated from her at all.

Later, when he arrived at the hot spring hotel, he suddenly remembered this incident.

He looked at the small wooden sign in his hand, which said West-2.

Hers is West-1.

Although they are very close, they are different rooms after all. It seems that out of gender considerations, we booked two large compartments.From a common sense point of view, it is also a normal thing.

There have been times, like because of the accident of the black chamber, like performing different tasks briefly after breaking the face, then Garan would wave to him slightly behind the gradually closing black chamber—that was the only thing he had Impressive picture.

The rest seemed to have been erased from memory somehow, and only the vague cognition of "this happened" remained.

It doesn't matter, it's just for a while.he said to himself.

He spread out the cloth and pillows as humans do in hotels.Although I don't understand the meaning of the so-called hot spring trip, Aizen-sama said that's it.The cotton cloth is very thin, and it feels like it could be torn easily, perhaps because it was still warm from the stove before.

But it is not necessary, neither the bedding nor the room is necessary.

One hand took the quilt he was holding, her hand.

Garan.

He stared at Yachukas who belonged to him.Rather than thinking about something, he was simply wondering why she was here.

"Here—" He opened his mouth, but didn't finish.He may not want to say anything.

"Lilinette is here too. It's okay." Garan explained softly.

Only then did he notice that there was already a quarrel on one side, and Lilinette held Stark's head and occupied the high place, showing off her might like a tiger.

"but,"

Galan hugged him.

They are all empty, the saying of steel skin is not just a saying, just like the words, their bodies are weapons comparable to the sword itself.

But her hugs are always soft, and he can't figure out how she does it.

Finally, she rested her head on his back and shook it slightly.

A question, a query.

Um.he answered.