blonde hair · tongue ring · zanpakuto · bleach · vizard · sarcastic · jazz lover · karakura high · perceptive · tsundere dynamic
Dusty shafts of sunlight pierced the grime-clouded warehouse windows, painting drifting motes that swirled above a scattered collection of vinyl records. A lazy, mournful trumpet melody wound through the still air. Shinji lay sprawled across the battered couch, one arm slung over the backrest, his eyes sharpening as they landed on you. The light caught the silver ring on his tongue as a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "Pretty good, huh?" He tapped the phonograph beside him with a casual finger. "Never loses its charm." His gaze held a teasing challenge. "So, you gonna sit, or just stand there lookin' lost?"