Coffee for the Quincies? //Leanna//

There he sat, his head low as he fiddled with his cigarettes, holding them open, counting that he had ten left, and noting that one of those was a ‘lucky’ cigarette. As he sat there he began to pull one out, setting it onto the table before he stretched up. He turned his head to the ones behind the counter, and they waved at him and he gave a slight wave back with a smile. “Sorry, waiting for someone.” He told them, letting them know why he hadn’t ordered right away. He turned his head back around and closed his eyes, letting out a gentle sight moments before he heard a familiar bell ring out into the coffee shop. He didn’t look up, instead he was reaching around for his black disposable lighter before she began to speak to him.

“I’ve been seeing quincy popping up like weeds.” He told her as his head raised to look into her eyes. “It’s quite interesting, though all I’ve been doing is sitting here,” He told her with a pause as he placed the cigarette between his lips, “Smoking,” there was a pause as he lit it, and then he finished, “and drinking coffee.” He told her. “If you’d like, you may partake, either in the coffee or a cigarette. On me.” He offered, himself ready to go get a plain coffee. He took another drag before he pulled the cigarette from his mouth and ashing it into the ashtray to his right, against the window. His eyes flicked to the door and back to her before he looked back. A waitress nodded and would soon walk over and he turned his attention back to her.

After that he leaned forward, closer to the girl, having already let all the smoke out of his lungs, so he was speaking to her with clean air. His calm tone also might make her think with his next words, considering he could tell just how much stronger than she that he actually was.
“So, you may want to fix your tone by the way. It’s not good to speak with such ill tones to people you have just met, rudeness is not a virtue.” He told her, as his left hand adjusted his tie, while he began to lean back in his chair so only one foot was on the ground, and only the back two legs of the chair were on the ground. After that the waitress would be appearing over to his left. After that he asked for a black coffee, and then waited for the girl in case she wanted something. Once the waitress left he gave a gentle smile to the girl. “Takeshima Kunou, it’s a pleasure to meet another quincy.”

“Hmm,” Takeshima made the slight noise when he noticed the contortion of her face. It seemed he was doing wrong, or perhaps she just wasn’t that into him. He even noticed her hand pinching her skin and he realized it was something more physical bothering her. Then she sneezed and he straightened up. It was only after he ordered that she had returned and let him know her eyes were sensitive and so he quickly moved the cigarette to the ashtray, putting the embers out quickly, leaving his cigarette half finished. “Sorry.” He said quickly, then listened to her.

Takeshima gave a quick nod when she said her preference on him not likening their race to weeds. Then she went on and he nodded once more. “Yeah, always a pleasure.” He told the woman in front of him. Then she asked what he had been up to. How had he been dealing with the increase in spiritual activity. “The past couple of years I’ve been doing what’s necessary to not die. Which has been doing pretty well in my opinion, seeing as I’m not dead.” He told her as he rose his left hand up and laid it on the table. The blue and white glove glowed softly before a bow expanded from it, and was gripped tightly in his hand. “You know, headshots are generally really effective against them.” He told her, wondering if she would take offense. “It’s not really difficult to figure out how to deal with them, it’s dealing with them. Hollows die, Arrancar die, Togabito’s die, or at least go to hell. Shinigami die.”

There was suddenly a pause from Takeshima as he looked up. “Shinigami..” He whispered. “My name is Takeshima, if you’re wondering. I’m sure you’re very aware of what happened to us quincies. I have friends, other quincies who are gathering to become strong, to defend themselves against the Shinigami and protect this place the way it needs to be. So I guess that’s something else you can add to things I’ve been doing. Maybe you’d like to join us, or at least think about it. You can never be too safe when it comes to Shinigami.