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Tezuka shuffled into his office in a slow, deliberate, pace, letting his arms almost drag against the floor from the sheer tiredness he felt from the day's activities. Above all else, though, he felt extremely dirty. Not even worrying about flopping on the blood-stained couch he moved to the bookcases set off to the left, placing his hand lightly against the corner of one and using what little energy he felt like mustering to let reiatsu pour from him into the woodwork. There was a small 'click' followed by the entire shelving unit moving forward and swinging open to his left. It didn't take him long to step through and close it behind him, letting it lock with an almost inaudible click on the inner end.

Grimy fingers turned the shower on at a comfortingly hot temperature as he he disrobed, letting his naked frame slide effortlessly into the enclosed shower stall and just standing there for a good 10 minutes as the water hit his shoulders and head in an ever increasingly hot fashion. It was wonderful, the life slowly filling back into his body as the dirt and blood was washed away. Grabbing a very special mixture of body wash and shampoo, Tezuka went about the arduous, but pleasing, task of cleaning himself, humming as he did so.

Tezuka sensed it before he could see it, eyes looking up from the little space in between the shower and the sink as if he could see through solid stone and wood. 'Ah ha. Not hostile, but definitely notta known person, eh?' His body glistened from water still clinging to his skin, a light layer of just after showering sweat just beginning to show as he wrapped a towel around his waist and proceeded towards the door. Unconsciously slipping his zanpakuto into the top off his towel from its position on the sink top he pressed lightly on the concealed doorway, revealing the knob and twisting it before opening the panel. The bookcase shifted forward again before settling into the normal functions of a hinge door, allowing him access into the room as steam came with him.

"Yellow??" He said without having full view of the room, steam now rising from his skin in the much colder air of his office. To his surprise it was a woman. And a rather attractive one at that! "Well hot damn...!" He said with a chuckle beneath his breath. His smile quickly changed to one of horror as he watched her race around his office, touching everything. " Heyheyhey!! Watch what'cher touchin' der missy!! Dat s**t's delicate!!" He said in a raised voiced, almost shunpo'ing towards her he was moving so fast. His hands reached forward, deftly plucking whatever she was holding in her hands. " Ya' gotta be gentl'r wit dis stuff." He frowned absently, checking the equipment she'd most likely picked up from the desk top for dings or tampering. Deeming nothing wrong with it he looked up at the strange, but attractive woman in his office, body still dripping with water. "Can I help you, lady?"

Tezuka leaned back as the woman raised her voice, cringing unconsciously as he stared at the reader side of the disc he was holding. Setting the glistening circle down on the large stack that it had been alphabetized in he turned back to smile at her, a lopsided one that only showcased a small portion of his teeth, namely his canine. "Th' door woulda been locked if no one was here." Tezuka let loose with a low chuckle, taking a step back to drink in the woman's features more easily. He was not disappointed. "That and the sign woulda be'n flipped. Can't just have random people comin' up in my place whenever t'fcuk they want, ya' feel me?" The smile stayed on his face, staying there more of his own amusement of the whole situation more than to make sure she knew he was kidding around with her.

A slight exertion in his reiatsu began to raise the temperature in the immediate vicinity, causing the light layer of steam to rise once more, his skin drying off at a quicker rate. He stopped before his hair became the same way, letting his reiatsu levels die down to their normal state as he took a step back himself, hands on his hips after he lightly scratched the family crest tattooed to his abs. "Didn't really catch'er name back there, m'ah dear. Care to divulge it now?" Involuntarily his right eye twitched, closing itself in what would most likely be mistaken by the woman as a wink. "I can tell ya' mine first if that makes ya' feel easy." Another lopsided smile. "Cap'm Tezuka Matsushima, 9th Squad." his right hand extended out towards her. "Pleasure t'meet'cha."

It wasn't just the one screen that became alight. With all three monitors patched into one tower moving the mouse caused all three to jump to life, restarting all programs running that had gone silent as it entered its hibernation mode. There was a small jump as one song ended the room suddenly filling with the raspy voice of a man proclaiming "I am the end of the world." This proclamation was quickly followed by the stomach churning sound of guitars slamming into what sounded like Drop G, but was most likely higher in tuning due to axe fx coming into play. The music filled the room, blasting loudly from the speakers sitting up on the desk on either side of the computer monitors and from all the speakers hanging from the ceiling and stationed haphazardly around the office. It was almost deafening, even with the size of the space.

Another screen held something even more, intimate, the sounds of a woman moaning loudly during chug breaks filling the air, but only from the speakers on the desktop. Obviously mature in nature the internet needed to be stopped at this point if Tezuka's guest wasn't already ready to flee from aural damages incurred.

He moved forward and past her, placing hands on both the keyboard and the mouse and began controlling the machine with a deftness one would be astounded by seeing from a brutish rogue of man such as Tezuka. Closing the internet, he went to volume controls turning down the stiflingly loud barrage to that of a dull roar and set it to only play from out of the desktop speakers. With that done he set about closing all non-essential programs that were running right now, saving several different files in several programs, mostly audio files, and locking the mouse controls so that it would have to be accessed through the keyboard the next time he wanted to use it.

With that done he turned back to Yomi just in time to hear her say something about Tezuka being attack by rabid fangirls in his current attire. This took him aback a little, eyebrows coming to a scrunched form for a moment as he shook his head at this statement. What girl in their right mind would squabble and dribble over him? Tezuka chuckled at Yomi regardless, sitting back against the desktop for a moment. "There's no way'n hell a buncha girlies're gonna come up in here 'n make a scene in my office without gettin' a little bit of the tush kickin'. Can't have that s**t, ya' feel me?"

His chuckle carried over, moving past Yomi and towards the bathroom. "I think 've been garbless for too long t'make ya' feel comfortable t'be around me." It was her last statement that really threw him off. 'Kid? I don't look that young.' He frowned at this as well, but paid little heed to what it really meant about Yomi. Instead he returned to the bathroom, pulling his sealed zanpakuto from its place in his waist line and placing it on the bathroom counter as he went about dressing himself, taking a few extra minutes to run his fingers through his hair and then shake it into place before nodding at its new look. Replacing the sealed zanpakuto back into his sash he turned the lights out and closed the door behind him. "Much better, eh?" Tezuka smiled stupidly at Yomi, bringing his hands up in a 'tada!' sort of way as he drew back to her.

"So's there somethin' I can do for ya', Yomi...?" His words trailed near the end, as if he were trying to discern a last name from the woman.

The sound was only slightly discernible in the beginning, but as soon as his office door was violently kicked in Tezuka knew the presence he'd felt was here for him. Thankfully the door was used to such abuse, the hinges heavily reinforced and the glass made out of Plexiglas instead of the boring usual, so it merely wobbled as it bounced harmlessly off the wall beside it. The sign, however, that hung on his door fell off, the little suction cup holding it slightly askew for all to see neatly displacing itself from the window with an audibly wet 'pop'. It skittered to the floor and lay there as the door passed overhead, mostly likely garnering a small cartoony voice to proclaim, "Help! I've fallen and can't get up!" followed by the usual that's what she said joke as the expense of one unfortunate senior citizen.

But Tezuka merely stared at the girl that had entered his office, his lips slightly apart as she loudly denounced his proper age and challenged him to a gentlemen's bout that Tezuka wouldn't be caught dead doing. Granted he would fight someone one-on-one if he were in the mood, but he was far from the chivalrous type. Mild-mannered, maybe, if one stretched his more endearing qualities, but nothing even close to what he thought of as a 'gentelmen'. His nose wrinkled, face adhering the briefest of frowns as the girl corrected herself and sputtered out her name with an honorific before falling flat on her face.

It was at this time that Tezuka couldn't hold his composure even if he gave the slightest damn about wanting to. His lips pursed, producing a raspberry that quickly melted from being stifled laughter into a full blow howl of amusement. He bent forward, eyes shut tightly as he heaved himself into the uncontrollable fit of hysterics caused by the newcomer. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to look back at Senka only to be thrown back into fit of laughter. He tried to say, something, but it was a good 5 minutes before he could stop his abdomen from expelling all the breath he needed to make intelligent, if you could call how he spoke intelligent, dialogue with then fallen prepubescent. "Yo-ya' gotta be fawkin' kiddin' me." He finally managed to blurt out, pushing himself into a sort of hunched position leaning against the couch situated near the center of his audacious abode. Eyes still pinched at the corners. He felt another dose of laughter approaching, but forcibly crushed it down with what little willpower he possessed in comical circumstances. "I get all th' goddamn jokers, eh? Whazzis s**t, li'ttle lady? Really? Ar'ya' serious? Like really serious er 'm I gettin' PUNK'd right now?"

His gaze searched her fallen frame trying to discern some kind of note or document that would tell him she was his. He hoped she wasn't. A kid? In Internal Affairs? What kind of crazy meathead thought it was funny to drop this time bomb in his lap? He didn't say he was gonna be someone's babysitter during one of his many trips to the Officer's club, did he? s**t. That's all he really needed was to have made a promise while ******** off his a**. Turning back to look on his desk he was further put into dismay as no new papers or folders were there for him to check. There really was no way for him to get hold of this problem. So he asked the obvious, hoping to get some kind of answer from the girl currently occupying space on his rugged floor. " Ya' got transcripts for me a'least? Please o' please tell me ya' somethin' for me ta' read. Don't need some hoped up little missy runnin' around 'n my barracks like it was 'er playground 'r somethin' messed like dat."

The minor weight increase on his person was of little importance to Tezuka, not really paying the girl's intrusion of his personal space any mind as he moved forward to inspect her handiwork to his sign. It was, well, he really didn't know how to describe the feelings he was receiving from the kid-friendly addition to his harsh business words. An eyebrow raised from its lax position, not really denoting a sense of annoyance, but more of close inspection. It would have been, however, hard for others to read what the facial meant aside from a kind of annoyed frustration as he was prone to becoming visually annoyed when he wasn't in a good mood. Those who knew him knew this was merely an unconscious farce, the finger coming up to scratch the bridge or tip of his nose never coming, signifying he cared little and would brush off the situation with a simple 'whatever' or shoulder shrug somewhere down the line.

"Transcript: your service rec'rd. Ya' know, the big file a' papers they send wit'choo when yer accepted to'a squad? Dat's eh transcript. Gives me 'n overview of your trainin' 'n how well you scored among yer peers 'n s**t." Tezuka turned his head so that he could see the girl in his peripheral vision, eying her as best as he could at this angle. "You sure they didn' send'ja with somethin' or sent somethin' to my office ahead a'time?