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"Can You Handle Your Emotions?"

Emotions are... eh. We all have them, whether we want to or not. Some people have control over their emotions, and some people let their emotions control them. Where does your character fall on this spectrum? More importantly, what's their relationship with their emotions like? Do they bury everything deep, deep down inside, or are they the first one to cry over a sappy movie? Do they even know how they feel about what's going on inside? Pretty meta stuff.

• No blank top-levels.
• Instead, characters are to respond to the proposed question: can you handle your emotions? / are you in touch with your feelings?
• Get deep. Look within. Hear, think feel... or don't.

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[bonecannon]

[ Renji raises his hands, mock defensiveness. ]

Hey, I don't make the rules. I just enforce 'em.

You got a problem with it, get to growing while you're still alive. Then you can kick back when you're dead.

[oldwarsfinished]

( He gets in return a nonchalant stretch, both arms over his head-kind. Giving the other man a pointed look, shoulders coming down, Kiyoaki replies wryly: )

You'll be there, so I'd be a fool to count on that. Unless you plan on growing a new attitude.

[bonecannon]

[ Renji returns the pointed look with one of his own, which signals a return to that easy, breezy, slightly acerbic rhythm that he's far more comfortable in. ]

Tch, don't count on it. This one's been serving me just fine for the last couple decades.

[oldwarsfinished]

Really?

( He doesn't look disbelieving exactly. But he doesn't doesn't look disbelieving, exactly. )

[bonecannon]

Helps me deal with certain kinds of mouthy brats, at least.

[ The pointed look is, if anything, pointier. ]

[oldwarsfinished]

( 'Mouthy brat', huh? Kiyoaki's eyes narrow briefly, then he shrugs as if untouched. Mostly. Maybe a little bit stiffly. A little bit irritated. )

Do you think you can you call me that, when I don't know how old you are by comparison?

( He can venture a guess. He's more interested in how many centuries he'd be off, that's all. Besides, it's the principle of fairness again, Renji. )

[bonecannon]

Yeah, I do.

[ Now isn't this cute. It seems that young men, no matter what dimension they're in, cannot tolerate a dimunitive. ]

Wanna take a guess? I'll give you a candy if you're within a decade.

[oldwarsfinished]

( Kiyoaki could tell him to keep his candy, but instead he turns slightly towards the other man, gaze running up and down him once. Then again. He can't help that he's just been given an excuse for staring, can he? )

All right. ( He crosses his arms over his chest, purses his lips. ) Don't blame me if you suddenly feel old, however...

( His eyes dart from the shinigami's hair to his brows, shoulders, hands... If he'd been from his own world, he'd have guessed him near Iinuma's age, but what that equalled in his own? No idea. )

Two- ( The draw of his chin is stubborn. As if he - as with most ofther things - is taking this a little too seriously. ) -hundred and forty?