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Distracted
A butterfly wafted in through the half open door, not a hell moth, an actual, brilliant orange butterfly. It turned over in the air quickly, as if thinking it had impeded on something private before whisking out the way it had come.
The hallway outside the door, beyond which the butterfly had fled, was interesting from this angle, the way the door intersected with the lines of the floorboards and the way the solitary red support pillar, only half visible, contrasted starkly against the white paper of the door… It was amazing how this one stripe of the entire world could be so fascinating.
The shadows that the members of the Fourth Division made as they walked past the door were also interesting. It was almost a game to predict who the shadow was before they emerged into view for a split second and then disappeared out of direct line of sight. So quick! So entertaining.
"Hanatarou!"
Startled the short Seventh Seat blinked, his novel section of world turning back into the door to the cleaning supplies room. He turned back around quickly and stuttered, embarrassed to have been caught not paying attention,
"S-sorry!"
Iemura sighed and shoved a broom into a startled Hanatarou's hands.
"More sweeping, less daydreaming."
Sheepishly Hanatarou took the broom and bowed again in apology before turning to head out into the hallway. He really did need to stop spacing out when other people were around...
A/N: Thank you for reading! Reviews, input and constructive criticism much appreciated!
