Butterflies and Ravens (Ojo/Henrex)

Another dummy, beaten and left wayward. At this rate, Ojo will have nothing left but air to swing at. However, this is the norm for the short Shinigami. She is known for being overly critical while training, making sure she perfects a move before moving on. That means everything she uses as a means to grow is left worn and torn at the end of the day. Some find it something to look up to while others fear that critical eye turning on them. Everyone knows the Suika is not a force to simply ignore, and everyone treats her with due respect. Give what you want, and she follows that to a T.

Now, her current dilemma is the issue of what to do next. She could continue training, but anymore, and she'll leave everyone else with little for themselves. Maybe she should find someone to test her current theories on. Though, who'd be brave enough for that? Hmm... Finding herself perplexed, she busied herself with sitting down and meditating. The answer to her situation should come eventually. However, all that came was some Zzz's as she found herself slipping into a daze. Guess training took more out of her than she thought.

Stirred, she moved, her hand already on the hilt of her Zanpakuto. Her arms swung, her blade unsheathing before her eyes even opened. However, as her small form jumped up, she immediately paused, that urgent sense of danger already fading as she realized her mistake. One second, she had a look that'd strike that an unprotected man. The next, she's wide-eyed, already knowing what had occurred. Her face scrunched with guilt before she growled and groaned and shook her head.

"Ojo! Dammit. You did it again! How many times before you stop falling asleep!?"

In her own begrudging scolding, she had completely ignored the man who had pulled her from her slumber. Though, he did not go unnoticed for long. It would be hard to simply mistake her Captain, and her face lit up like a bleeding Christmas tree.

"C-Captain!" She yelped, hating that out of everyone, it was him who found her in dreamland. Already, she's trying to tidy herself up: her straightened, Zanpakuto sheathed, hair prettified. The only thing she missed was a light speck of drool on the corner of her lips that barely made known her heinous acts.

"What brings you here, Captain?"

"Casuality is no excuse for lackadaisical behavior," Ojo replied, understanding the situation. It's not her business to become interested in the personal affairs of those she is not assigned to, but rumors are rumors for a reason. However, she has hardly any care for the past of the man before her. He is her Captain as it stands, just like the one before and the one to come will be.

"Is there anything you wish to know. I will relate anything that I find suitable."

Still, being proper does not mean one cannot share casual conversation.

Mmm? A handkerchief? Whatever could that be for? Obviously not for her. She would never have anything on her face that embarrassing. Never in a million years. Nope. Her bother telling her that she drools would never come up at all in public, especially when her Captain is involved. Well, to say the least, her face turned as red as a pimple as she turned away, snatching the handkerchief in shame. Oh god. That is drool. Well, good on Henrex for pointing it out. Bad on him for pointing it out. She'd had preferred blissful ignorance to having her day rocked by her spastic nature.

"Thank you, Captain," She grumbled, refusing to face him as his other concerns were made clear. She doesn't feel a want for any training as it stands, but that's just the butterflies in her stomach bullying her for her earlier blunder. If anything, she'd want nothing more than to acquire a fraction of the skill a Captain possessed, but that left too many things she'd want to go over with him. He's a Captain. His time shouldn't be exhausted by her whims. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, her brain got busy being a mess as she began to sway with indecision, the worst kind of swaying.

As her brother put it, you never create anything without stepping out of your comfort and breaking something. She'd be comfortable with reassuring Henrex that everything's alright and leave him to his busy schedule, but if he's offering generously enough to ask her twice, she should just jump on this chance. Besides, one rarely gets to see a Captain fight, especially one who's job is to be incognito. If everyone knew his moves, he'd not have that element of surprise, but if she knew his moves, then she'd gain that cool brooding element of surprise fighting prowess. Ooh! She's brimming with drive now, like a steer plowing through fields.

"Alright! Captain! Let's go!" Spinning on the spot, her wide eyes gleamed with excitement, her Zanpakuto ready for combat. "Of course, I'll go easy on you, so make sure you take it slow and steady, so I can see and copy- I mean, learn exactly how a Captain makes the dreamwork."