Memories Etched in Ash (Shiro/Hisana)

Hisana was a bit startled at the answer that came out of Shiro's mouth, her brows raising for a moment before a soft chuckle broke out over the conversation. The very idea of her going out and 'hitting up a club' was.... a bit amusing. Were there such things in the sereitei? She knew that humans had such things, had that particular culture filtered into the soul society? Thoughts for later. "You may be right about that. But I appreciate the suggestion." She sighed, folding her arms before giving him an amused smile.

"I quite enjoy thinking things through. But perhaps I am being a bit too cautious. A healthy middle ground may be best. Perhaps a game plan on the ....simple side of things going in. But yes...." Her voice trailed off, her mind wandering to the last face she'd seen on her sister. That gentle look tinted with the lingering weight of melancholy. She clenched her hands, further driven.

To clear the clouds over that sunny smile she knew her sister was capable of.

"I think I'll start with a page from your book. Being a bit direct may help more than complicating things." She noted softly, then glancing back up to the young man. "And what about you? Do you plan on taking your own advice?" The way he spoke of it, it didn't sound as if he himself had approached Rukia about all of this just yet.

Forced her to relax? The question popped up into her head as she listened to Shiro explain. And in truth, she felt for the young man. After all it was....difficult to try and help someone with the situation. IT wasn't as if they could wave a magic wand and simply solve all of the problems that were going on.
Kurosaki was not in a position to simply be saved. The hole in Africa was nothing that could be handled in the immediacy. The best they could do was try and be there for Rukia. And thankfully it sounded like Shiro had been trying. And a soft, gentle smile formed over her features. she was.... if nothing else, incredibly glad that Shiro was going to such lengths to help her. She ....well, frankly knew what he meant. He was a good man, and a surprisingly kind one despite what might seem like a flippant or uncaring exterior. That he was going out of his way to try and do everything by Rukia that he could was a relief. She was happy that this was the kind of man that was looking after her sister.

"I understand. There's only so much you can do." She added quietly, an assurance as he continued to delve into what little he felt he could do. She was about to assure him that what he was doing was plenty when he ....made that comment. She .... blinked a few times.


Ah.

AH.
So that put into perspective his .....methodology of attempting to help Rukia relax. Which, in all fairness likely was the most...erhem, immediately effective method. As much as she perhaps would have preferred to not be given such an explicit indication that Shiro was 'Big dicking' her on the regular. And she couldn't help but go a bit red in the face as she tried to focus on the here and the now. Yes. Focus on looking straight ahead.

"I see. Well, I will do my best to help her in my own way. And you... you ...uh. Keep at it Shiro." she noted with what she hoped was an encouraging smile. IF nothing else, she was happy that their relationship was healthy. And for just a moment, that shade of pink shifted slightly to a deeper shade. Thinking back to memories she'd collected in her past. Though none that belonged to her were of such a nature. It made her a little envious. A thought which promptly caused her shoulders to stiffen, an immediate expression of indignation crossing her features! This is about Rukia! You can lament your love life later!

Having properly admonished herself, her expression softened and she offered Shiro a gentle smile. "Thank you for talking to me Shiro. I'll see what I can do." she assured him.