How Noble Of You [Junichiro, Ranma]

The sound of running water could be heard across the med bay, a slender figure washing his hands with his back turned on the crippled drunk. "Mr. Gekiretsu, good to see you are awake..." Turning now to face him, the fair features of Junichiro Kitagawa displayed their displeasure with their current resident. "...that means you can be on your way, and we can prepare your bedding for someone who might actually need it." His brow was furrowed as he dried his hands with a cloth, his piercing lilac gaze doing nothing to hide his disdain. Tossing the rag onto the patient's lap, he folded his arms and stood over him at the edge of his bed. "Wipe your face. Finding yourself here once this week is unfortunte. Twice? Unlucky." Squinting his eyes and leaning in, his raven hair streaming from his shoulders and dangling over the man that sat on his bed, he spoke softly his final statement, "Thrice is just reckless." Looking between the blurry eyes of this groggy fool, he huffed and stood back up. "You reek of booze, Ranma. Deplorable, honestly. Have you no pride?" His expression seemed to soften, transitioning from doting mother to concerned friend, brow still tight knit but eyes carrying a pleading sorrow for the actions of someone he has come to take a liking to. "You're lucky I hadn't dumped a bucket over your head to sober you up... you need a bath anyway..." Bringing his knuckle under his nose, June curled a lip in feigned disgust, stepping backward away from the man for emphasis.

SPLASH

A sudden and unexpected torrent of water washes over this drunkard, Junichiro standing with an emptied bucket, brow furrowed. Rambling of a madman, enough to make his own head spin and he hadn't even had a drink himself yet. "Enough babbling, Mr. Gekiretsu, I think you've wasted enough of the medic team's time this week," cold unforgiving words that made the bucket of water seem like a nice warm bath in comparison. "Clean yourself up and be on your way, you are dripping all over my floor." The bucket still held in one arm, the other toting a fist upon his hip, June kept his furrowed brow affixed to this growing nuisance. Shaking his head, he turned his back on him, setting the bucket down onto the table nearby with a thud, grumbling to himself intentionally loud enough that it was no secret what he was muttering. "It is a wonder that they promoted you to anything other than town drunk. Gotei is going to Hell in a handbasket.."

June wasn't a fan of many things, but floating to the top of his list were drunks, loud people, idiots, and brutes. And lucky him, he had the perfect hybrid getting water all over his freshly mopped floor. How did these people put up with this? Leaning himself forward onto his hands, June's shoulders slouched as he let out a sigh, he was already exhausted and it was only his first week. What else could go wrong?

As he hunched over that table, a chill ran down his spine. He asked what else could go wrong, how about being blown to bits in his first week in the insane asylum he apparently signed up for. Hearing the name of that Kido he had become so closely accustomed to in his time in the academy, his blood ran cold, and he could feel the barrel of the gun aimed at the back of his head. This was how he was going to go out? Funny, that. The second he began to feel himself letting go, wading out into the water for the first time without clinging to the riverbank, he would be dragged under... not by some monster of the deep, some fang toothed beast... but a bitter disgruntled ally, if he could even call him that at this point. His fingernails dug into the table as he flinched, shoulders tightening up, legs trembling for a moment as instinct did all it could to brace him for the blast. Mother, forgive me...

But it never came, and after an eternity of painstaking moments, Junichiro slowly turned to peer over his shoulder, a bead of cold sweat running across his nose. This idiot was not attacking him, he was... drying the floor? June's initial reaction was amazement, watching intently as this man used a spell he thought he had nailed down fairly well, in a way that he didn't think possible. No incantation, complete control of its size and power output...

His fist clenched as he bit his tongue, shaking off the look of bewilderment and crossing his arms, casting his glance away, unable to bear even looking at him at the moment. If this ruffian could do something like this with practiced ease, what did that mean for what June thought his own 'skills' were.

Taking this scolding from a higher ranking Shinigami than him, June grit his teeth and couldn't seem to contest with anything at the moment, he felt personally defeated but he may never admit that to this man. After a moment of this man talking to himself once again, June reluctantly spoke out in response, "You were found in the center of Seireitei, before the 6th got a hold of you and shipped you over to us. How lucky for the 2nd, a gift dropped on our doorstep. It took me almost an hour to sweep up all of that cinnamon." His lilac gaze bore into Ranma as he spoke now.

"Perhaps they confiscated it along with the teddy bear they found you with," June retorted flatly, folding his arms and leaning back against the counter behind him, "But it is not here, as lovely as it sounds." Even if this words were dripping with sarcasm, in the back of his mind he did think a tiny pink gourd would be a cute accessory to tote around. Perhaps filled with some vibrant fresh fruit juice. Although he was sure that someone like Ranma would have it filled to the brim with something a bit stronger.

"Maybe a glass of water would do you good, Ranma. Or do you intend to start drinking this early in the day already?" June's furrowed brow showed no signs of sympathy at this point, just frustration and disappointment. His little magic trick moments ago would normally be something to be impressed with, but under the control of someone as reckless and out of control as Ranma, it was just a waste.