[Idly sipping at the drink, Orihime followed Bert's movements with her eyes without turning her head, watching him leave to the opposite end of the bar to serve someone else. Leaving her on her own with Aizen.
She was getting an increasingly weird feeling about the whole situation. It was unreal. If there was anything that had happened since her 'waking up' that made her feel like her past hadn't existed, it was the near friendly way Aizen was treating her. Like nothing bad had ever happened between them.
It reminded her of what Ichigo had said...
They were free now, weren't they? And they were supposed to enjoy that. Right?
Orihime wasn't sure she knew how. But when Aizen asked a question, she froze a little, straw in her mouth. She blinked. Blinked again. And then released the straw and pulled back to look at the drink suspiciously.]
... Is that what that weird aftertaste is? Its... it's not bad though. Kind of nice? I like the lemon flavour.
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She was getting an increasingly weird feeling about the whole situation. It was unreal. If there was anything that had happened since her 'waking up' that made her feel like her past hadn't existed, it was the near friendly way Aizen was treating her. Like nothing bad had ever happened between them.
It reminded her of what Ichigo had said...
They were free now, weren't they? And they were supposed to enjoy that. Right?
Orihime wasn't sure she knew how. But when Aizen asked a question, she froze a little, straw in her mouth. She blinked. Blinked again. And then released the straw and pulled back to look at the drink suspiciously.]
... Is that what that weird aftertaste is? Its... it's not bad though. Kind of nice? I like the lemon flavour.