Hot and Cold [Alastor, Hana]

"Nope, why would they be anything more special? The interesting part is that there's more of them."

He wasn't going to explain the statistical relevance of tracking hollow presence but he did think to himself that they ought to put more work into dealing with the bastards. Lotta good people that can't protect themselves down there after all and it didn't sit well with him to not be able to do anything when everything was locked down. He'd like to ring the neck of whatever shithead did that bomb.

"Anyway, no signs of any of our MIA ones that I went looking for. Might be more in the report from the Empire since they got more boots on the ground but I haven't read it."

With hollows being tougher and humans having the means to interact with shinigami, he'd noticed a trend that statistically more shinigami were inclined to go MIA than when he'd taken a gander at past records from way back in the day. It made sense but was damn awful to think that some of the seventh shinigami might be getting taken out by a bunch of shitheads who they were trying to help.

This is why she was scribing and not an arithmetician, Alastor wasn't gonna educate the kid on importance of statistics and why she ought to but Alastor quickly

"Sudachi Tae, Yuzu Hien, and Mikan Kisame are the three that disappeared in patrol over the last year in Europe around Italy. Unfortunately no great progress was able to be done into the disappearances until recently but that too much time has passed."

White out? On an official report document? Nosiree but in actual fact he just knew that if he handed in a report that was so thoroughly formatted and then taken the time to delicately correct any error then he'd never hear the end of it. A man couldn't hand a gorilla a rock and expect her not to beat him with it for laughs.

"Uh huh. Mhm. Yep. Looks good, little lady."

He said with a quick nod of approval. Alastor might've said it looked lacklustre but in the case of patrols, that was good when there wasn't much to report. Meant there wasn't a lot of trouble happening. If it was long or full of details then it probably meant all shit was loose like the case in Africa.

Didn't need another one of those so soon.

"Nice handwriting by the way."

He added to smooth over his nickname with a compliment, in his experience women were quick to focus on the compliment and put the fuse out on their temper - or she could be one of the other types. If she was one of those ones that held a vendetta then he was screwed no matter what he did. Shit luck, if he had to guess.

"Nah, I guess I owe you something though. Guess I got a spare bit of change around here."

He looked around before sighing, what good was the currency of Soul Society down on Earth? He never carried it- Oh wait. He lived in the 2100s. Phones existed and so he pulled out his denreishinki to begin flicking through and finding what he was looking for. Yep, that was a decent amount. The unseated wage wasn't much but he made do.

Probably ought to start thinking of doing more though. It wasn't pride that made him feel bad that Murasaki earned more than him but she was putting in the hard work and he was kind of slacking. Ain't much of a man if he's out here scraping by and not being driven to make her life a tad bit easier.

"Huh?"

She pulled him from his thoughts and gave a momentary pout at the interruption. Damn, this girl must be single or something. How was she going to pull him from contemplating the idea that he could be capable of doing more for his girlfriend like that?

"I'm not broke. Just thinkin' about stuff."

He responded and stood up to dust himself off, the shihakusho looked pretty worn with its once straight edges being ragged from hard work.

"I can buy you something. What do you like anyway?"