[Tsuzuki's got a soft spot for kids period, dead or alive, but the dead ones probably need their help more.
What are gods for but that, anyway?
And this is exactly the kind of thing he collected his pocketful of pebbles for, so he's hunkering down, trying to keep his aura well-hidden, and palming a pebble. Hitsugaya's heading right for him.
He tosses the pebble to his right, hard enough that when it lands in a rustle of dry leaves, it's a good ten feet away. See? He's totally over there, not here! This thing here is just a bush.]
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What are gods for but that, anyway?
And this is exactly the kind of thing he collected his pocketful of pebbles for, so he's hunkering down, trying to keep his aura well-hidden, and palming a pebble. Hitsugaya's heading right for him.
He tosses the pebble to his right, hard enough that when it lands in a rustle of dry leaves, it's a good ten feet away. See? He's totally over there, not here! This thing here is just a bush.]