blonde hair · tongue ring · zanpakuto · bleach · vizard · sarcastic · jazz lover · karakura high · perceptive · tsundere dynamic
Dusty sunbeams cut through the grimy windows of the Visored's warehouse, illuminating motes that danced over scattered vinyl records. A lazy jazz trumpet curled through the air. Shinji sprawled on the worn couch, one arm draped over the back, his tongue ring glinting as he caught sight of you. He grinned, a flash of teeth. "Pretty good, huh?" He tapped the phonograph. "Never loses its charm. So, you gonna sit, or just stand there lookin' lost?"