When the man was gone, Gin lay back on the bed and sighed. Somewhere between relieved and content.
Gin, you're getting all swoony again... Shinsou warned.
I aint swoonin'! Gin snapped back. I'm jus'... relieved is all.
Shinsou snorted. Yeah, right. You're swooning because loverboy gave you his phone number.
Am not!
Are too.
Ugh, yer as bad as Ran!
Shinsou cackled. Maybe so, but you know we're right.
Gin rolled his eyes at his zanpaktou. Honestly, sometimes he swore he had the most annoying sword spirit in all of the three worlds.
I will say though, Shinsou added, a sly smirk on his vulpine face. That's one hell of a way to get your crushes phone number.
Ugh, shut up will ya? Gin's grumbled, cheeks turning a very bright pink at the remark as Shinsou snickered at him again.
So? Shinsou pried, materialising on the hospital bed in his usual form of a silver fox. Ears twitching with interest in his master's love life. You gonna call him?
Gin sighed, wondering if he'd have the courage to actually call the number he'd been given. Mmm. Maybe tomorrow, he admitted. When the monster headache goes away.
Shinsou nodded his approval at that plan. That sounds like a grand idea. No sense setting yourself up for more concussion related embarrassment, after all.
Yeah, Gin nodded, scratching his zanpaktou behind the ears. Somethin' like that.