"Perhaps I'll call it Flowers I Have Plucked," Shunsui mused.
Ukitake mumbled something vague from under the curve of Shunsui's arm.
"Or maybe Blossoms Fallen In My Path," Shunsui considered.
"That ought to please anyone mentioned in it," Nanao muttered.
"My beloved Nanao-chan is so retiring . . . of course!" Shunsui sat bolt upright in the bed. "My Kittens Are So Shy! The perfect title for my autobiography."
Nanao made a grab for the displaced quilt and curled herself snugly up in it. "Perfect, Kyouraku-taichou," she said from under the folds.
"Subtitled, Quilt-stealers I Have Known," Ukitake suggested blearily into the pillow.
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