"Lieutenant Aizen, I didn't realize you were in there, apologies." Chessebelle quickly bowed her head out of respect to Sosuke Aizen. The man smiled down at her, closing his eyes pleasantly as he returned her bow despite his superiority.
"That's quite alright..." He opened his eyes now, looking down at her with warm brown eyes, waiting for her to introduce herself to him. He had seen the tiny shinigami around the fifth division barracks, although she was quite stealthy when she did visit. The captain had yet to indulge him on his pet's name, nor did he think that he would give him any information on the woman if he were to be frank.
"Chessebelle Chiyoko, unseated member of Squad Twelve, sir." The woman stood upright now, her torso pushed out slightly and her neck high, as if she was trying to appear taller. This unconscious need for height apparently embedded so long ago that her posture had now grown accustomed to attempting to facilitate it. Aizen nodded as he repeated her name in his head, his smile growing as he moved out of the way of his captain's quarters. He didn't exactly wonder why this twelfth division member was coming around the fifth division, especially with how his captain was with women, but he did wonder why someone like her was showing up at his doorstep like a lost puppy at this time of evening.
"Well, Ms. Chiyoko, don't let me be in your way. Maybe we shall see each other again another time." Aizen gave another bow to her in goodbye, Chessebelle returning the gesture, before turning on his heel and walking down the hall.
The white-haired shinigami moved back towards Shinji's door, sliding it open and looking over at the familiar blonde's desk. He was usually messing with a pen or simply laying back with his head in his hands, but this time he was standing at his office window. He turned to face his visitor.
Chessebelle was surprised to see his normal grin turned upside down into a toothy grimace, as if something might be bothering him. Arching a thick brow, she posed a silent question to the man. His face changed almost immediately, Chessebelle wondering if she had actually seen the frown on his face, moving across the room and back to his usual perch at his desk, waving her to come inside while he fiddled with that strange device that would play his favorite music.
She entered the room as Shinji started playing the 'record,' closing the door behind her. She wondered what could have turned his usual cheshire cat grin upside down; his lieutenant had seemed cheery enough when she met him, she wasn't sure why he always said he didn't like the guy.