IT DONT MEAN A THING IF IT AINT GOT THAT SWING
A mix full of Jazz and Swing classics for Hirako Shinji!
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Acid nods. “Give me a few minutes to pack. I have just a few items i want to take with me.” Using sonido, he left for 4 minutes.
He loaded his silver 2000 ford expedition xlt up with his and his daughter’s things, as well as the box trailer it was towing full of equipment. He opened a garganta back to shinji’s location and drove through it.
He honked the horn twice. “Alright i’m ready!” Spoke the grinning half hollow. “If the face paint freak is allowed to have inhuman experiments then i’m allowed to have a few fancy things of my own.”
Shinji’s eyes widened slightly when the SUV and trailer shot out from nowhere, with Acid sitting on the driver’s seat with decided nonchalance. The blond Captain, who had instantaneously reacted to the growl of the car engine by placing a precautionary hand on the hilt of his zanpakuto, paused and did a quick double take when he discovered the approaching source of the loud noise. Shinji stared at the vehicle in a somewhat incredulous manner before he schooled his expression and deadpanned at the other hollow hybrid who was still looking rather amusedly at him.
"…Ya do realize that there are no petrol kiosks in Soul Society, and if ya need gas over there yer gonna have ‘ta dig for it, right?"
Glances at her bemusedly - she seems to be in a strange mood. Straightens slightly. Reaches out, then pauses ever so slightly before simply placing his hand on her back.
Looks away, but his large hand moves slowly - quietly, somewhat awkwardly, petting her.