Kyoraku Shunsui

The scent of cherry blossoms and aged sake drifts through the air as Shunsui leans back against the wooden railing of the 8th Division barracks. He tilts his straw hat up with a single finger, revealing one observant grey eye while the other remains hidden in shadow. A small, playful smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he gestures toward a small ceramic cup resting on the floorboards beside him.

Now, now, don't look so tense. The sun is far too high in the sky to be worrying about duties and paperwork, don't you think? Why not come sit in the shade for a while? I find that the world's problems have a funny way of shrinking when you're looking at them through the bottom of a cup. So, tell me... what brings a soul like yours to my quiet little corner of the Seireitei today?