[11th Captain Quaters] Sorry, I only speak fabulous.

[Zaraki]

Title: Sorry, I only speak fabulous.
Xarath Shiru
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Location: 11th Division Captain Quaters

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Even though the years had passed and many things had changed some things were still the same. Therefore it was no real surprise that the captain of 11th Division had once more overslept.

Xarath groaned heavily as he slowly started to wake. His shoulder length, black hair was tousled and covering the part of his face that was not already covered by his left hand. His right hand, like his right cheek, were placed on the vast amount of pillows on his bed. He slowly opened his dark green eyes, blinking a few times and then closed them once more. It was still far too early, he decided, though he might as well get up if he was already awake. Slowly the man pushed himself up into a siting position, the various colored blankets sliding of his naked skin. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees while he rubbed his face. From outside he could already hear the members of his Division being busy and for a moment he actually felt guilty for staying in bed so long but... he was captain. He could allow himself that. Xarath stood up and walked naked through the room until he was in front of an open cupboard. By now it was so full with clothes that the did not even bother to close the doors anymore. He pulled out a dark green kimono and pulled it around his frame while he glanced towards the open porch door which was covered by a red curtain.

He could not see how late it was.
Neither did he really care.

Instead he walked over to his cd player, one of his few 'modern' belongings and pressed play. He laughed upon hearing which song started to play and closed his eyes for a moment.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rng0KRQJtJc

Xarath swayed his hips as he made his way over the the vanity where he picked up a brush. He murmured the lyrics while he brushed his hair, making sure it was neatly brushed backwards and out of his face. Then he walked backwards, still swaying his hips while his voice became louder.

"Me and you, rendezvous, by the club at the end of the street."

He sang along while his hips started to shake and his upper body moved along. By now he was openly singing along, not at all bothered to lower his voice while he danced through the room.

"Uhhhh where we'll meet." he sang as he moon-walked back to his vanity where he set the brush back down. Then he placed both his hands onto the desk and looked into the mirror, only for a moment feeling a prang as he looked at his reflection. Then though, he started to shake his ass and grinned while he picked up a pair of tweezers and picked out some random hairs of his eyebrows. One done he put the tweezers back into the drawer and rubbed his face with ointment. Then he pushed himself away from the vanity and danced back over to his bathroom.


Outside of his room a fellow 11th Division member was shaking his head in amusement.
Seemed like it was the start of a fabulous day.