You always knew Shikabone as some sort of wuss-puss Shinigami, but you never saw this side of him.

His scythe had been bloodied, and his skull had been chipped in some places after a recent battle that'd happened. He took out a small handkerchief, wiped it down, and shined it thoroughly with another one.. How could he be so calm?

Even if he wasn't human, you could tell he was looking at you with some sort of confused expression as you both sat in your usual spot..

"Huh? What?"