Have You Ever Had Kumis?

There was nothing quite like relaxing next to the yurts after a rough day, and for Arkin it was a rough day indeed. He had been all over the soul society following up on some leads about hollows, along with preparing for a tour of duty to the human world. But tonight he could relax! And he was doing so sitting near the campfire with a few rather attractive ladies, and men. He was cracking jokes and of course eating what looked to be a deep brunswick stew, made from tomatoes and beef no doubt. He held a jug of whitish liquid, what was known as Kumis further known as fermented horse milk.

Arkin was one of those people who happened to be the life of the party wherever he went, a natural magnetism to him. But as the evening went on he began to learn everyone's name save for one girl sitting off to the side. He'd noticed her earlier and allow'd her some privacy, but eventually he'd excuse himself carrying a jug of Kumis with him- before sitting down on the ground near her. The world, if only briefly, felt like it shook as the six foot eight giant viking would grunt then laugh.

"Hello! I do not know your name, I am Arkin the Lt. of here. Come, share drink and story with me."

The man would reply with genuine earnestness, his voice deep and carrying but sounding surprisingly soft. His voice was deeply accented, but clearly able to be understood. He'd hold out the jug towards her with a large white grin.

"No stories, what a shame. In the seventh you will make plenty. Captain has many!"

The man would reply with ease, unconcerned with how frightened she was. He believed she would warm up eventually, or not. Who knew! He didn't concern himself with things out of his control like that, but with that being said he'd take a swing of his own white substance. A grin on his lips, before resting his arms on his legs looking to the fire.

"You still haven't told me your name, I outta know the person will save my life one day- right?" The man replied jokingly, although kinda half-serious.

"Arkin!"

If he cared to address she hasked his name when he already said it, he did not show it. In fact he simply offered another grin towards her before taking another sip. The woman, well girl, seemed to put out some display of faux courage which was all well and good. Arkin liked challenges after all, and she certain was one to unpack.

"Kuchiko, Huh? I knew a few of you, way back when. How's the family? It's important ya' know. Family that is." The man would inform her almost like a listless uncle, caught in his own thoughts for a second while gazing ahead at the others members of the squad. They seemed to be laughing at one particular funny tale, one he remembered fondly which dealt with a horse. Good times. Finally, he'd look over to her.

"Tell me, are you in the division now or simply observing? So many new faces, Murasaki likes to know them all."

"Ahh, apologies. Hundreds of years and I still struggle with the tongue. Maybe I am just getting, how they say, old."

The man would lift a hand waving it to side to side, as if banishing such a notion from the air. Which was strange considering he looked relatively youthful. In actuality Arkin was bordering on one of the oldest living beings to date within the Gotei, but that was neither here nor there. With his grin dying down he'd bring a beard scratching his chin idly, almost as if thinking about something before swishing the jug around.

"Academy? What year are you, if I can ask? I spend much of my time down there! Must train the young ones well, they'll be takin' my place one day." He'd remark thoughtfully, before shifting his gaze to her. "What 'ave you learned, interning? Why the seventh? Is your family not more prone to realm enforcement?" He'd ask with seemingly no ulterior motives, other than a keen interest in a youthful figure stepping forth in his squad.

"Have you ever had Kumis? Favorite of the captain's!" He'd shift his hand ever so lightly to her with the jug, allowing her to pour a small amount should she so wish.