All that's Left [Liltotto, Santa]

She had parted from the group of newbies that she was helping with training for the day, stretching as she made her way off to her usual spot for aiming practice and relaxation. Her duffel bag swung at her side as she'd stop for a moment, feeling someone ahead of her. Well, it wasn't weird if one or two people were hanging out at that end, usually she ended up getting spectators or younger Quincy hounding her for tips at the end of it, not that she saw herself as the best for that and would often redirect to Natasha or maybe even Johann after imparting something.

But this person had a very familiar scent, it definitely was someone she knew. Did.. She come back? Liltotto couldn't help but pick up her previously pretty easy pace. Dumb bitch vanished without a word, she couldn't help but feel a bit worried or even guilty that...

Oh.

Standing atop the stairs, she'd look down upon the woman sitting by the waves, a head of gold hair instead of what she expected. Though she felt a hit of disappointment, realization quickly picked her back up, especially noticing she was practically broadcasting her presence. Did she want to talk? There wouldn't be any other reason for her to go to the one beach she frequented...

"..Hey Santa." She'd speak up once she was a few paces behind the Arrancar, "Haven't seen you for a while.. How's it hanging?"

Wow, she seemed... Shorter, than she remembered. And way way overly happy to see her... Okay now she was really concerned that something had happened. Her brow raised, different? What did she mean... Oh, right. She sure did grow a good ten to fifteen years physically out of nowhere. She genuinely kept forgetting about that, or rather she tried to forget that happened to not fill her head with pestering, distracting questions that led nowhere and told her nothing new, "..Uhhh, yeah. Guess I have.." Rubbing the back of her head, she'd shrug.

Though her expression seemed to take a bit more noticeable disappointment with Santa's declaration of Ajora's absence, seeming a little too happy about it. Okay, it did sound like something happened, and this was starting to freak her out, especially with Santa pulling out her weakness: Sweets. Seeming pretty taken aback, she'd hold up a slightly waving hand,

"Ookay, hold on hold on, too fast. What the hell have you been up to? What do you mean Ajora 'isn't around anymore'? Is.. She dead, or something?" As much as she was tempted to ask 'Did you kill her?', leading with that felt a bit too presumptuous. Santa wouldn't just outright kill a part of herself, yeah? Sure she was an Arrancar but, she seemed more on the sunshine end of those personalities. It'd have to be pretty fucked up of an incident for that to happen... Hopefully.

Okay, potential murder was very much off the table in that case. Sounded like Ajora got purified or something... She definitely seemed the sort to do something as outlandish as that, especially if Santa had ousted her from whatever link stuff they had going on. So, dead but in a metaphorical sense, than literal. It still made her heart sink a bit: as weird as Ajora was, it wasn't like there wasn't some form of bond and knowing formed between them. Though, her face instinctively scrunched a bit in a cringe with the mentioning of Mazda; Crap, right, of course she'd remember him...

"..Yeah that's... Too bad about him," She sounded just as awkward and fluttery about it as her eyes drew to the basket, "Never been a moment where I wasn't hungry."

She already brought her own meals, but she wasn't going to turn down Santa's own offering of food, as much as she wanted to out of a sense of undeserving, taking the basket with a sense of polite gentleness and putting one of the treats in her mouth, gone as soon as it existed, "Did you want to talk to me about something? You could've- shit, wait, do you even have a phone... Nevermind. We can go to my place if that's better for you."

Her brow rose with Santa's ecstatic reaction, but she shrugged her shoulders and sighed softly, taking another sweet and putting it in her mouth as she motioned Santa to follow her; thankfully her place wasn't that far of a walk from here. She wondered what was up with the girl, sure she was a bit of a ditz and in a good mood but she never seemed this happy to see her, but she wasn't going to be up front and badgering - she seemed to be going through enough, there wasn't a need to dredge up whatever it was too directly.

Soon the two were at her apartment door, a rather unremarkable looking building that led into an equally unremarkable looking apartment. It was what you'd expect of a typical small two bedroom, walls the same plain eggshell white as when she moved in, the only peculiarity being the nightmare of wires that infested the TV and connected to a myriad of consoles and a PC.

"You want water or anything?" She'd ask, motioning to the couch that was clearly fashioned into a bed; she never slept in any of the bedrooms - beds never felt comfortable to her, so there wasn't much point in forcing herself, "And, you didn't really answer my first question; What has been going on with you?"

She'd shrug her shoulders with a tired air to the motion, "Yeah. My boyfriend or friends visit occasionally, but it's mostly just me here on my own," As if unsure of what Santa could've been expecting. There wasn't any reason for anyone to really stay, she wasn't planning on having children anytime soon, she continuously banished the idea of asking for any moving in with anybody, and she wasn't home for lengths of time anyway given she was out of the city for work. Sure, she had gotten into a two bedroom just in case, but it neither was too obscene rent to keep up with nor did she ever really need to go looking for roommates. It was pretty quiet, overall... Not that she really tried to think about it.

Having handed the Arrancar her own water, she'd sit down and give her a listen as she kept going at that basket. Bad of her to eat but... She'd be rude to turn down food, it wasn't like she could even gain weight or get sick off them anyway.

".. Uhh, I don't think that's something anybody can really do.." She'd say with a careful tone, "Everybody would have to be thinking exactly the same for that to work out. And if there's anything people are good at, it definitely is disagreeing like a bunch of pissy bitches. Vandenreich's doing what it can to help keep things stable, but.. I dunno how achievable peace is. Something always comes in to throw a wrench into that and we're back to square negative twelve."