Reluctant Encounters [Junichiro, Shura, Tento]

Grumbling to himself, Junichiro pelted rolls of bandages into a tote haphazardly, gathering various supplies for another delivery. This was the third time this week he was having to restock the 4th Division's medical supplies, the mongrels plowing through them like they were candy, undoubtedly from all of their brawling and knife fights. June even tossed in a few bars of scented soap, knowing full well they'd probably never use it. If he was lucky, maybe one of the neanderthals would make himself sick scarfing it down thinking it was a protein bar.

Finally, cinching up the package tight, snapping the lid shut, June laid himself overtop of it with a sigh. Why couldn't they send someone else to do this, why was it always him. Did he look like a dog whisperer? Was he destined to be the zoo keeper? Tugging from his pocket a surgical mask and a vial of perfume, he spritzed the fabric with the sweet scent before looping around his ears to cover his mouth. The last line of defense against the soured sweat cloud that hung around the entire barracks, enough to make a sensitive soul like himself dizzy just being around it.

With a huff, June hefted the crate off of the table, brow furrowed and teeth clenched. Into the animal cage we go. The walk was arduous, carrying that heavy crate and having to walk across creation just to eventually make his way to his least favorite place inside these walls of Seireitei. Standing just outside of the courtyard leading into the barracks, Junichiro grimaced behind his mask, clutching the package tighter. He could just drop it off right here and run, they would be none the wiser...