My day sucks. Why so? My taicho—yes, my taicho Byakuya Kuchiki was here. And yeah, you can expect there’s an argument there. He dropped by—along with his royal ass-ness—just to tell me why my report was so...distorted. I explained to him things were not so well down here while my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of how to poison his tea next time. I respect him a lot, and I mean a LOT, but now all I could think of him was being stupid, annoying, arrogant, to come all the way down here just to tell how fucked up I was for doing some stupid report. Look around you, asshole! Are you blind? What do you want, a happy-face at the end of the note?
Then a thought hit me. Did he just come up for some lame reason to escape the daily routine of his? Because there’s no more laughable than Kuchiki-taicho wants to see me, visiting me to check if I’m alive. If I haven’t known the guy, I’ll say he’s insane. And what’s worse, he even volunteered to come along to the Living World. Spook huh. Why come along if he can do it by himself?
Evening: Nothing to report except he’s still here and he’s creeping me out. See you tomorrow.
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