A Howlin Good Time [Lily/

"Not really. It's not something that really came up."

As he said this he'd arrive to his door reaching into his pocket, removing a small keycard sliding it against a reader. A click was heard as the door opened, stepping forward he'd push the door in. He took one more step to the side holding the door open for her. Once she stepped inside he'd close the door, turning towards his room. It was a quaint thing, nothing fancy at all. A single bed room with a small closet, bathroom, a small couch, and a TV on a small table.

Some chances scattered about and a window on the far side of the wall, he'd move towards them taking a seat by the window going to open it a little. A cool breeze of air would flush into the room causing him to exhale, clearly pleased. "It's not as bold as you think. The Gotei's become a lot more, I suppose liberal is the world. Plenty of people are born as shinigami now, or simply wish to try their hands at different things." He'd lean back in the chair throwing his arms onto the arm rests, his head resting against the back.

"Any other pressing questions?"

"A phone you mean? It's like.. a hand held device you can use to do a lot of shit. Here, come here, I'll show you with mine."

With that he'd usher her over, pulling out his touchscreen phone. It wasn't the latest model or anything, but certainly good enough to get by. Provided she came over he'd spend a decent amount of time showing her some of it's features, explaining things she could do with one. After a while he'd yawn setting his phone to the side, before raising a hand to his mouth to cover it. He'd lower it as he looked at her.

"Gonna be real here, boss. I'm hungry, so I'm gonna order take out. You Arrancars.. you eat? Besides souls and all that." He'd comment assuming they ate.. souls. Because she was Hollow. That's how that worked, right? Regardless he'd immediately pick up his phone again, quickly looking for whatever the most nearby takeout place was. "If you want anything let me know. Be kinda rude to not offer." With that he'd set to ordering some food, standing up from his chair to walk across the room while undoing his pony tail.

"Plan is to eat, sleep, do some patrols. Maybe get you a phone. I'll sleep on the couch, you can have the bed. Only proper."

When it came time to sleep, Sol struggled to get it. His nights where often filled with errant thoughts that brought him elsewhere. His mind trying to find his own place within the world. Or rather, try to define what he should be doing. He was the father of two children from a Great Noble family, and by all measures didn't measure himself worth all that much. Some deep part of him felt strongly about relaying upon the charity of the Shihoin to provide for his kids, making him wonder what he could even offer.

They didn't need his money, his strength, or his presence. In truth, some part of him felt he could disappear and nothing would change. What was a man to feel when he felt like he couldn't give anything to his kids. He held no great legacy, no great linage. Only he had was his bones, and a strong punch. He just wanted, to give something, to them that they could feel proud of.

In the middle of the night he tossed and turned, rarely getting more than a few hours of sleep. By the time Lilynette found him she'd see he was already sitting up, his fingers interlaced together with his elbows on his knees. Something akin to being half-awake, and half-asleep. A pensive look on his face which was broken by her interference, causing him to make a 'huh' sound and look to her. He'd give a half-hearted smile and nod; standing up as his hands washed over his face.

"Yeah, I'm ready. It's a bit of a hike, hope you don't mind going for a walk." He'd give a single chuckle towards his admittedly horrible pun. He'd make for the door, picking up the Zanpakatou resting on the table securing it around his waist. As they began to exit the building, he'd place his hands behind his head stretching a bit- a soft yawn leaving his mouth. Entering the streets, he'd be quiet for a moment before finally speaking.

"I have a weird question. Feel free to not answer it. You've been alive for a while, what keeps you going?" He'd ask out of the blue, staring forward the whole time. He seemed to be waiting her answer.

Sol listened to what she had to say for a moment, as if he was expecting something more profound. But he found nothing of the sort to his mild amusement. As if such an answer was enough to satisfied that tiny voice which resided in his head. Before he could reply further her wolves seemed intent to moving him along, and truth be told that was his weakness. Sure they where Hollow wolves made from herselves, but gosh darn they where too cute. So with that he'd be ushered out the door and walking faster, while making some comments about 'I'm moving, I'm moving.'

Once they made their way outside, if the Motel owner cared about the wolves he made no mention. Instead he was a portly old man reading a newspaper, seemingly disinterested in the attire affair. Only briefly peaking up from his newspaper to reveal an impressive mustache, before going back to reading.

As they made their way onto the street, Sol would place his hands within his pockets. "Well, it's a walk to the next area. Suspected hive of unknown activity, potentially hollow. Potentially demon." He'd remark as he looked down at his phone to check the encrypted message, along with the coordinates on where to head. He'd begin to walk there, placing his phone back into his pocket. As they walked, he'd finally speak if she didn't.

"I like the wolves. They're cute."

Small talk.

"Hey it isn't weird, to be fair I was literally a human until last year and some months." He'd protest, briefly forgetting how much of his story he shared with her. To be frank, this Arrancar was a bit snooty! How dare she call him weird! Well, he supposed she had some right to think the way she did. He was the one whom was the outlier here, especially with how old she was. There would be an adjustment period, that much was certain.

"Did I tell you how I ended up a shinigami? Or, died I guess. I can't remember." He'd comment as he looked around, keeping a vague eye out. In truth it was a little pointless with how many wolves she sent out, he was pretty sure she'd notice something before him. Regardless however, it was better to at least remain somewhat vigilant. His hands would come to rest behind his head.

"Well to be fair, Humans can kill hollows and spirits sure- but there's still the balance to maintain. Only a shinigami's Zanpakato can purify a spirit and properly send them on their way." Sol would explain briefly, drawing upon his basic knowledge given to him at the academy. He had a thoughtful look on his face.

"The academy taught that although the spiritual density of all realms have increased, that it's still possible for one realm to become 'heavier' than the other. I don't know the exact science, but that's why we're still generally doing our job. That and politics. But I don't know anything about that., really."