Sunny-Side Down, Please [Komugi, Koga]

"Look what the cat dragged in. Yo, long time no see, Komu."

In the distance, the feline Shinigami would catch the imposing figure of a scarred men who was inspecting the training grounds. Since he wasn't a seated member, instead of paperwork, he was tasked with overlooking the things his peers might miss during the day. Far cry from what he did in the eleventh, but that was fine. He didn't mind. Were the training swords in the right place?

Maybe. He didn't want to say check yet. Truth be told, he wasn't exactly the tidiest person, but he wouldn't dare admit he was ill-suited for the job. His pride wouldn't let him. At any rate, he saw the feline guest and decided to approach her with a wave of the hand. What was she doing here, anyway?

"Paying a visit or are ya here on urgent business?"

"Fine, fine. How about Mukogi, then? Is that better, Cat Lady?"

He retorted with a chuckle, lightly teasing the woman as he reached out to ruffle her ears. Compared to the relative silence, her energetic greeting was a breath of fresh air. Since he was one to grow restless if things got incredibly silent, he wasn't going to complain about having an extra hand to assist him with his current task. Turning his gaze in his barracks direction, he shrugged as he turned back to her with a grin.

"Hell if I know. I'm just inspecting stuff for the next day and cleaning around. Since I'm not a seated member yet, I figure I can still put myself to use by makin' sure things are on the up and up. Hell of a lot easier than paperwork, ya know?"

He humored, wholly aware of his limitations in that regard. He was a fighter at heart, after all.

"Alright, alright. Mugi, it is. Rolls off the tongue better than Komu, anyway. Let's get these chores squared away so I can grab a bite to eat."

Koga chortled softly at her attempt to appear intimidated. Grinning from ear to ear, he followed the energetic feline as he returned to his nearby location, overlooking the wooden swords for any disrepancies. After all, he couldn't have his division mates making excuses during training, even more so if he was responsible for making things flow smoothly during training. At her question, he tilted his head as he reflected on his decision. He could've resumed his time in the combat division. He recognized that as well as anyone, but...

"Told myself I'd never call anyone else captain in the former eleventh but Kenpachi Zaraki. The combat division of today is nothin' like the one I came to love. Sides, I wanted a fresh start. Is this division suited to any of my talents? Hell no, but it's precisely cause of that that i find it so entertaining. I love challenging myself. It's what keeps me goin'."

Grinning back at her, he flashed a finger in his direction as he wished to explore his own curiosity about her life in the 1st. That was the place with a lot of paperwork, wasn't it? He couldn't imagine that was exactly the most fitting for a gal like her, good paycheck or not.

"Anywho, nuff' bout me for now. What made the 1st appealin' beyond the paycheck? With all that energy and zeal, I think you would've fit in here or the seventh far more. I can't say that would ever be my choice unless I wanted to challenge my brain, so I'm curious. Anything else made ya bite or is the pay just that good?"

"Guess the cute cat hates being treated like an actual feline. Ha! Who would've thought?"

He humored, repositioning each practice sword on the large stand, ensuring that each wooden blade was in proper alignment and that there wasn't any chip in their structure. After all, the last thing he wanted to see was his fellow division mates making excuses during training. The highest position, huh?

He definitely wasn't going to fault her for seizing an opportunity like that. Reflecting on his position, he recognized he could've likely pushed for a high position in the combat division based on his resume, but then that would've just been boring. He wanted to challenge himself and rise through the ranks elsewhere, under a different captain. Speaking of captains, he wondered what hers was like.

"What's the Captain Commander like? I hear a lot about her but never met her personally. I know Old Man Yama was strict as hell, which makes me wonder what she's like in comparison."

"Scary, huh? Can't say I got that impression from catchin' a glance at her, but then again, my sense of fear's kinda' fucked, anyway."

Koga shrugged his shoulders with a shit-eating grin as he finished placing the swords in their positions. Everything looked fine. No chips in the practice blades, the section was pristine and clear without any speck of dust, and his peers would have no excuses tomorrow during training. Just the way he wanted it. When the question of his own captain crossed his ears, he turned his head back in Komugi's direction as he pondered his thought for a moment. Honestly? The first word that came to mind was flamboyance. From the unique way he spoke to his creative expression, Rose was a supremely significant departure from Zaraki Kenpachi. Chorting softly, he leaned against a wall.

"Flamboyant as hell. Kinda girly, too. He sure as hell isn't what I'm used to, but he gets the job done, and I think it's pretty cool he plays the guitar. I've been thinkin' of learning how to play one myself one day. Who knows?Maybe I'll start a really cool metal band in Soul Society. Pfft..."