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It was a rather uneventful day. He'd left some of the other seated officers in the division to help the newer members of the medical squad, as the shinigami had been struck with inspiration. Gray spattered across a canvas, as the captain swung the brushes about, the kodachi hanging upon his hip dangling gloriously.

You really have to quit doing this from time to time... Use brighter colors! The skies aren't overcast! The chiding voice of the spirit from within, it seemed the artists were at opposite ends of the spectrum this day. Dropping one brush, the captain grabbed at another, more of a blue now, tinting the sky further with darkness, as if the night was passing upon the world. It was what he imagined the fourth division looked like from a distance, once the sun had gone down. The artificial lighting still flickering, as if it were the center of the division.

"You just don't understand, Kurenai," the blond laughed, as he continued further. It was only a matter of time before he was finished. He lacked foresight, and as such, he could only remain on standby, awaiting a crisis to occupy some time other than painting, and the incessant perfectionist nature of the spirit to critique each time he would begin.

The cup of tea was something which seemed rather normal, and damn well was. He had already set the best he could do, considering his art was complete. The moon had never been a part of his painting in this case, and Zaine had simply assumed wrongly. A sip from the tea, and he smiled simply. The captain was departing already and they didn't have much else going on.

"It looks like it is just business," the captain answered absently, as Zaine was departing. The studio was no place to work, and considering the absence of the other captain, it was definitely time to work. A brief sigh, as he pulled upon a chord dangling from the ceiling, and a set of stairs descended. "So how do the newbies look, Rilla?" His emerald eyes looked upon his lieutenant a moment in curiosity, as he began to ascend to the second floor.

"So... They aren't too great?" Zetsuya sighed a little. It looked like Rilla, as well as himself, would be working overtime in the practice ward. Nonetheless, it didn't mean much else aside from the usual, as chyudo could be rather complicated. It was somewhat of a relief that it was only the fourth division that happened to really move to work with chyudo. It left the captain with far more free time than one could have believed. The haori of his hung upon the bedpost in the corner, the neat attic like room/office combo was where most work went down. A small stack of paperwork sat complete upon one of two desks.

"So would you say we have to start with the basics again?" Zetsuya inquired, as he settled before one of the desks, the tea sitting itself before it, "How much of that is mine exactly?" A little more humor Trying to crack the rather tense atmosphere left behind by the other captain before departure.

The atmosphere had slipped into a rather relaxed atmosphere now, which was something the captain preferred over the tense one left behind whenever another captain was about. Either way, on the morrow he'd be out of the studio and back down in the practice ward, dicing up gigai for the sake of the rookies' practice. It wasn't the most ideal way to begin a morning, but it was for the sake of the patients' safety.

Zetsuya grinned as his lieutenant began to tease. Unfortunately for him, that teasing had a underlying tone of business about it, and that meant one thing. The stack itself was for him. Fortunately for him, it seems the issue now laid upon the issue of signatures. The same thing again and again, just to sign off on the forms, the top form slipped from the stacks and with the brush nearby his name was sketched. Never quite that different, but not quite the same either. It kept things interesting punching one's name down repeatedly.

"Rilla, I have no idea what I would do without you... I think there'd be a lot of doodling," the captain laughed once more, "I think I might have to invest in one of those stamps. Remind me to get one of those next time we're there." It would definitely save time, and sounded rather promising. In the end though, he'd probably spend some time figuring out the way to create them, and make a rather large set to add to his collection of oddities.

Each day it seemed to be the same thing. Once in a while, his own work, which primarily was to sign off on each form due to Rill's hard working nature. Fortunately, today wasn't one of those days where he drifted off into sketching. One could say the girl was one reason his pieces of work weren't seen by the public often. Often hunched over a desk scrawling over his forms, he'd found opportunities to scribble sketches and the like of the lieutenant. Granted, he'd done this with many of the officers which passed through the fourth division. It kept things from becoming simply landscape. Rill didn't seem to apt in receiving compliments, which only made the man chuckle more, despite the fact she'd unwittingly insulted her superior officer.

"Well... I do hear I've got quite the doctor's signature, I can only imagine the rest of the chicken scratch," Zetsuya replied, as if to reaffirm her position. It wasn't going to be an awkward moment, he wouldn't allow it. Yet another form slipped from the top of the stack, and scrawled upon it was the captain's signature. Nothing too complex, this time in a brighter shade of blue in this case. Maybe something red would do next?