Watching the humans from her perch on a telephone wire, Chessebelle felt bemused.
A car accident had occurred at a nearby intersection and traffic had slowed to a snail's pace, people oggling what had happened from the safety of their vehicles. At any moment, they could become what they were currently obsessing over on their way home from their day job. Their loved ones could have been the one's getting the call informing them that they had been in a tragic accident.
But these thoughts weren't what were going through their heads; instead, they were thinking selfish thoughts that they wouldn't give a second chance to in other circumstances. She squinted, attempting to get a better look at some of the people driving slowly past the T-bone accident. One may be thinking how late they're going to get home because of this inconvenient crash, another may be wondering if they'll see how injured the people are, while yet another may be grumbling about why everyone is going so slow when the game is starting in five minutes.
They were beginning to disgust her as she realized everyone was all the same-they were all sticking their noses in business that wasn't theirs, grasping for information that they were going to use for personal gain; as if their next conversation topic was dependent upon knowing who caused what.
"Hey, twelvie, let's go. We're meeting up with Kurosaki at the high school." Chessebelle's head snapped around, her haunted eyes regarding Ikkaku with slight disdain for his current nickname for herself. He gave her a grin, his sword sheathed and sitting across his shoulders. The woman restrained her eye roll towards the eleventh division member as she noticed how inviting his own eyes were, her icy exterior softening from his welcoming expression.
"Humans are strange." She commented as she began to shunpo towards the high school in question, a blur of white hair to Ikkaku now.
"So are shinigami." He answered with a shrug before following her lead.