All Topsy Turvy [Klein, Tiresia]

All this noise and nonsense going on in his life, Klein barely had any time to spend on his own work these days. He had his girls to attend to, certainly, and he enjoyed that, at the very least. But all this Safira business? Africa, planning for the Soul Society? Sighing as he entered the lab he'd hidden in the ruined depths of Las Noches, Klein hung up his jacket as he greeted his favorite assistant.

"Tiresia, give me a hug, we've got work to do but I need to decompress first."

He didn't actually wait to see if she responded, though, and embraced the small woman as he took a moment to himself. Ah, this was refreshing. Of course all those lovely ladies in his life were plenty nice to spend his time with, but this was something else entirely. He'd never look at his little Tiresia like he did his girls.

"We'll need to make more injectors soon, I think. A lot more, otherwise people are going to get snippy with me. Can you believe that?"

The sickly arrancar waited until he was finished with his ceremonious hug of her. The bandages that she wore obscuring the wounded parts of her mangled body under the plain white fabric which she had turned into a cloak for modesty. There wasn't any kind of bite in her even if she didn't appreciate his attention so she meekly looked around the lab as her current boss got to work and complained to himself.

She also liked to complain. It was the best way to express her melancholy without having to exert any effort.

"Is it bad if they're snippy? They sound like our creator, those kinds of people are never satisfied."

Tiresia told him the most unhelpful advice she could provide, but she also had very little understanding of what Klein's life was like beyond these walls. There was no desire to explore or hunger for knowledge, the wise men only knew despair compared to the blissfully ignorant. This place was comforting for her.