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With a man's soul and a strong back, a tenacious demon, the great and fearless leader of the Thirteen Court Guard Companies' Eleventh Division [and interim captain commander], Kisuke Hyoujin!
This is his office...

Things are surprisingly not out of place and everything is mostly neat except for a few things, like stacks of paper, lying around the place. The desk is especially messy, but Kisuke seems to have no trouble sorting through the clutter of his own mind. A small stand with a collectible Yachiru replica zanpakuto pen is the centerpiece at the forefront of his desk along with an interesting piece of equipment from the human world, an old, black dial phone, which is not in operation in, but Kisuke just likes how it looks sitting there on the corner of his desk. Rumor has it that one drawer on his desk is full of those pens, and another rumor says that the drawer beneath it contains poems and countless other attempts at amateur writing. One of these drawers is kept locked, and the key's location unknown. You can guess which one.

o3o
Instantly regaining his composure after a second of being caught off-guard [his snack time was interrupted], Kisuke took the file and promptly heaved it out the window. "Well, now that that's out of the way--HUNTERRRR!" Calling for his second to do his dirty work. Despite the odd behavior up till now, he looked completely composed as if this was normal and continued in suit "By the way, its captain Hyoujin to you...oou...?" That would be Kisuke asking for a name.

((You can spell Lexeausdes#zux&#xxz;as$$eaus but not shihakusho?))

((You can't spell from either xD
And what? I (unfortunately) played KH2...I don't think he was in that one o.o'))

"Hm? Oh no, I only 'got rid of that' by throwing it out the window. All of your 'dark past' is still floating around somewhere out there, but if you really want me to get rid of it I know a man who's good with fire. HUNTERRRR!" Having to shout more than once was annoying for both parties, since one had to listen to it and the other was forced to deal with things he didn't want to, not to mention the fact he actually was doing the yelling. "Uhm, hiatus? After two thousand years?? Well...so long as you're competent." At that moment, Kisuke's eyes wandered off to the side somewhere and he sat back in his chair, his change in posture saying something like 'unlike someone who's not here...'
"So...did you want some pocky?" Leaning forward again to take up the box that was sitting forlorn on his desk. "I was in the middle of something." Breaking a piece in half in his teeth, in a way that might be taken as menacing the way his eyes never left Larsa.

"Its pocky~ And I'm eating it...." He stares open-mouthed at the new guy, waving a stick at him before placing it in his own mouth. "There's smart and then there's paranoid. You lean towards the latter."

"That's not a mint then...." Turned sideways so his face was half hidden. "Besides I prefer sweet to spicy or minty...with a little bit of crunch." Crunch, munch, munch. Another stick of pocky gone. "Oh Hunter~ ...I should put a shock collar on that one..."

"Oh as soon as that one gets here." Kisuke said, never having clarified who he meant. Anyone who knew Kisuke personally would immediately tell the poor newcomer that Kisuke meant his lieutenant as the eleventh captain would almost always pass a task off on to someone else if he could. "And what business do you have talking about my little friend?? I'll have you know he's not so little anyway, not that--again--its any of your business." Oh boy, let the p***s jokes begin ><

((sorry, I can't be on much these days))
Hunter busted in with a shopping bag panting as if he'd been running. "I'm sorry, I didn't know wheather you ran out of pocky or alchohol or toilet paper or all of the above, so I picked you up all three"