George Milton x James Lester

It was a regular day at the ARC for James Lester, who was sitting in his office, feet up on the table, and listening to the squad's mission of the day. Apparently, an anomaly had opened to the very recent past, something like 1940s America, and a man named George Milton had travelled through it – unfortunately, with the anomaly closing shortly after him.

"We need you to keep him here, Lester," explained Nick, "I don't believe it'll be too much of a trouble, but we can't keep him locked up somewhere else like a dinosaur, and we need to get back on track to find out when the next anomaly of his time period will open up."

Rude, James thought to himself, though he thought a little bit of company in his office might bring some conversation, and Lord knows, James was incredibly lonely in his secluded social bubble.

The ARC gang brought in a man of average height, wearing a dark hat, long shirt and pants, high-top boots, and some braces over the top. He looked about the same age as James, though he knew their conversation topics would be quite off, due to the fact that George was from the 1940s. Somewhere deep down in his dark hole of a heart, James actually felt a small spark of attraction towards the man, as he sat down on the chair across from James' desk. James lowered his feet and leaned in to speak to him after the ARC gang had gone.

"I'm sure the team have explained your situation," began James, uncomfortable around George, who was looking around the office room nervously, and twitching his feet. He looked as though he was going to cry. James, concerned with how the man looked, got up, and slid his chair over to where George was sitting, and placed a hand on George's.

"Before I came here," began George, with a strong Californian accent, "I had to kill my boyfriend. The other workers were going to send him to a nut-house, and I couldn't even think of the torture he would've faced there..."

He began to sob a little, and James rubbed his back. For some reason, the head of ARC felt relieved when George had mentioned the term, 'boyfriend'. It almost made him happy, for some reason, to hear that this man, who he had a very slight affection towards, was gay.

Without another word, George touched James Lester's face, and brought it close to his, so he could kiss him softly. James was caught off guard, but managed to pull away, his cheeks scarlet and his eyes wide.

"I-I don't want to take advantage," stuttered James, though he really did, and the man sat in front of him was insanely attractive, "I mean, y-you did just have to put your boyfriend to rest."

George pulled him in for another vigorous make-out session, after declaring that, "James, you're too hot to give a damn."

Oswald walked through an anomaly into the ARC centre not too long after his visit to the coffee shop with Aizen and Tsukiyama. At this point he was so done, and seriously thinking about sleeping inside his umbrella, when he came across a closed door at the end of the hall the anomaly had appeared from.

"Daz nice, George." Moaned a voice from the other side of the door.

Oswald walked away, making his way downtown, walking fast, streets passed.