Dear City,

Who said you can't have half-decent meals around here? Whatta strange thing you have to offer. Curses and all. Innit that fun. You can't seem to shut up the bitching, however.

P.S. Fuck you right back City, thanks.

OOC: Di's also in the woods somewhere. Rather alone. Since he's being quite the loner, refusing to make friends for the moment - feel free to action thread/log with, thanks!

[crunching of wood and leaves beneath feet; hand stroking first against bark, rough—turns into something else: taps at it carefully; taps turn violent, rough, insistent]

Hmph. I was just in the middle of something—now, where’sis. The human world looks lame, if this is still it. Don’t seem like it though—

[stops]

Well, well. Was z’at. That ain’t no shinigami. [pauses again; walking stops; knocks against wood halt] Ho. They didn’t teach us that in arrancar school.

OOC: Replies might be voice/action thread/depending/otherwise. Thankfully, Di's quick to learn with these types of shiz (as he is quick to die). So journal replies are possible for the moment.