Meeting with the great Zin yuudeshi

"gh h-hmm."
He cleared his throat-- taking a deep breath and rolling his shoulders back.
Taking the time to glace about the area around him scanning those who were in site. Who seemed to glide past him. These individuals seemed to pay him no mind, why would they? Apart from his outlandish hair-style he fit the bill-- suffice for the fact that their own spiritual pressures went blazing outwards freely, to them he might have seemed to be one of them--keeping his reiatsu under wraps.

He again cleared his throat-- stepping into the path of a pair of oncoming people
"Excuse me but-- I'm lost, could you point me in the direction of Commander Yuudeshi's office? "

He flashed an apologetic smile, the change in expression invading his child like features-- and seeming to be just at home. He'd taught himself the "art" of lying when he was still human, he'd always looked younger than what he actually was and for some reason that made people trust him more. This was quite easily his acu de gra in terms of social abilities and as per example it had worked in this sense.

He'd arrived at the captains office a few minutes later-- keeping a low profile he'd begun using his sealed ability to do away with his spiritual pressure all together-- lest someone pick up on the fact that he was no more than a shinigami, it may have been easier to leave such an explanation to a natural ability in the event he'd be caught.

The chestnut colored male raised his arm-- the black fabric of his t-shirt shushing the smallest bit against that of his matching karate uniform pants. His fist brushing up against his roughly rounded hair-doo as it was brought up and forth to rap on the closed door before him. He shoulders stood drawn inwards-- it was obvious he was nervous, and with good reason.