With a bow on top.[Open]

He flinched for only a moment; his hands hovering over the cool wooden frame. He couldn't, he wouldn't. Fingertips gradually sliding down the smooth finish before he turned his head away in shame. He let his fingertips, and his hand after that droop down in defeat only for them to clench into a fist as his body turned. He wasn't ready for that just yet, he had been there just the day before and it didn't end too well for him. In fact, he couldn't exactly remember what had happened that made everything play out the way they had. Jin left in a drunken fit, but not long before he was curled over the ground puking his guts out. He told all of his squad mates that he would return to once more to retake his title, but he just couldn't bare to go back inside. Not after that day. Instead he figured he would return to his division to have an easy, relaxed day.

The walk back to the barracks was something that Jin really needed. Sure he could have shunpoed back, but the energy used to get back wasn't really wroth it. In fact, this walk was letting Jin take in everything that had happened within the last few years. Jin has been around since before the winter war, but what did he do? He wasn't as powerful then, as he is now, but he also didn't do as much as he could have. He could have, helped, maybe saved some lives. No, instead he kept to himself, only doing the bare minimum of what was expected of him. So, why now did he want to make a difference? Was it the same lack of resolve during the war with the hollow? Did he finally want to be what he could have been years ago? He's strong, but he didn't even unlock his Bankai yet. Was he scarred what he might unlock? His shikai already uses his blood, would his Bankai be tried to his life? And where was Zetsumei in all of this? It's his power that Jin was going after. He shrugged, and started to laugh optimistically before he finally reached his home.

"Well, what to do now?"

He asked himself, his hands entering either side of his wardrobe. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of something tangy. What was that? It was definitely peach flavored, but was that...pineapple? He grinned wildly, his nose leading him further and further into the bowels of the seventh division barracks. Was that...a blender? These thoughts ran through his mind at lightning speeds, but his nose never led him in the wrong direction before, so why would it start now? He grinned when he opened the door, seeing the smoothie before him. He strolled inside, nodding to his division mate. Then grabbing a cup when he turned around. Twirling around he tapped him on the shoulder, and as he turned to see what it was, he swapped there cups.

Now with the spoils in hand, he started to speed walk back to the other side, his feet shuffling forward. "Hey, that's mine!" The other man yelled but before he could catch Jin, he had already opened the door, shunpoing out of the way. He made his way to the roof of the division, his lips softly pressing against the brim of the cup. Delicious. "It always does taste better when it's someone elses..." He spoke to himself, both feet curled underneath his legs as he sat Indian style on the tiled roof. Occasionally spinning the drink to keep it from settling in one spot, then sipping it. It was really starting to look up today. Maybe at the end he would treat himself to someone nice. Maybe even put a bow on top.