"Taicho?"
Once again, it was the sing-song voice that drove him insane. Perhaps it saved him from the slight dream of him drowning his paperwork. Of course, this would be something he would be doing if Matsumoto prodded the massive towers leaning over him in the slightest. She leaned in front of him, standing with the foolish and hopeful look on her face that Hitsugaya just hated to put down (sarcastically said, of course).
"What is it now Matsumoto?" he growled, dropping the pen and running a hand through his white hair iritatedly and rolling his eyes. Leaning back in the chair slightly as he glared at her, she twirled her hair innocently around her index finger, ignoring the glaring she was being given.
"Taicho, y'know in the human world there were lots of different delicious food stuffs," she said, an immature pensive look on her face and perhaps recalling Orihime's... 'Food'. Glancing to her captain for some sort of sign to continue on, he merely nodded silently. However, from her chibi-captain this possibly could have been viewed like a marching band parading inside the office with a banner with the words inscribed on it 'Hitsugaya Toushirou has granted you the ability to speak to him. Please take this as some sort of holy time, perhaps something you will never ever experience again if you mess this up'.
She inhaled a deep breath, and asking merely,"What's your favourite food?"
Of course, perhaps Hitsugaya was expecting this (Since she had mentioned food). He blinked twice merely with the sarcastic look on his face, sighing heavily and sitting back up in his chair normally and grabbing in his pen,"Is that all? Surely you could have asked me a deeper, better and more philosophical question? I mean, what kind of food...?"
He trailed off, earning an annoyed look from a pouting vice captain. She trailed a circle on a empty space on his desk (something that was a rarity these days, due to all the paperwork piling on top of it),"But taicho, you can find out a lot about a person just by the type of food they like. Me for example."
She smiled, Hitsugaya groaning as he sensed an incoming headache coming on as a result from Matsumoto's... 'Genius'.
"I like the hot, spicy foods," she smiled,"Something that leaves a real, lasting taste. Some created with care and proportion. Much like me."
She winked at Hitsugaya, who instead turned back to his work and blushed slightly, recovering quickly like the icy captain he was. Pouting at this once again, although somewhat secretly satisfied with this response. A new feeling, but she let it slide,"What Taicho, aren't you going to tell me your favourite food?"
Her captain sighed heavily, glancing up to her. Settling down his pen, a rather business like expression on his face. Slamming his hand onto the desk in a slightly Phoenix Wright lawyer-ish reminiscent way, glaring up at her,"Promise you will not tell anyone, Ukitake-taicho out of all people? Otherwise, I will personally murder you while you sleep."
Matsumoto nodded intently. Now it was getting good, she figured. Perhaps it would be good gossip-- But no, she would not tell anyone on the account of her taicho. I mean, usually but...
"It's ice cream."
Wait, what? She froze, her captain's intent stare rather removing the effect of his words. It was her turn for her brain to shut down, something that one wouldn't expect to happen. I mean, her possessing a brain was like... Hitsugaya proclaiming true love for all things cute and fluffy. However, now... Ice cream? She knew her captain hated most things sweet, as shown when randomly forced sweets upon by Ukitake, one of the other many captains. However, she didn't expect...
"It's just ice cream Matsumoto. It's cold... And it comes in different flavours... And..."
He made a desperate sound that sounded like a dying animal, perhaps signaling a nervous breakdown coming down. Honestly, Hitsugaya acted as if the world was ending, breaking another pen with his frustration. Matsumoto sighed at this, somehow switching around and becoming the responsible one.
"Honestly taicho," she huffed, watching the distressed captain glance up at her,"That's not a bad thing. We all have our temptations, hell, even I have something. Apart from sake."
However, this caught her captain's attention. He narrowed his eyes at this, looking at her suspiciously,"What? Matsumoto, something else apart from sake? Sacrilege or something. I told you something, tell me."
Matsumoto blinked twice, running those words over and over again in her head over and over again with a slightly confused look on her face? Was she really that stupidly obvious? However, she covered this up with a shrill laugh, glancing aside and not looking him in the eye,"Taiiicho, you'll find out another day."
The just mentioned captain raised a white eyebrow at this, a reasonably suspicious look on his face. However it was pushed away as he just shrug, searching for a new pen upon his desk,"Tell this conversation to anyone Matsumoto and I'll be visiting you in your nightmares."
