Arriving: Northeast --> Twelfth Division
On their walk back to their squad headquarters Shibuya humoured Michiya's questions about his new companion.
"No, you do not need to feed it. It feeds on my spiritual energy,"
"No, it does not have any other bodily needs, nor functions,"
"It can hear and see everything you do,"
"Yes, it projects everything it observes to me,"
"Yes, it can speak,"
"..... Fine, you may name it,"
Among other questions posited her way about the Azamushi. She's perhaps a bit too accustomed to them, not understanding why Michiya would be keen to ask about what she considers obvious about her little pet project. Well, if the boy does make this breakthrough, he'll become acquainted with one species of her parasites whether he wants to or not.
The Flea could finally materialize.
But, that is for the future, much as she'd love to run through the prospect more in her head.
As the two approach 12th Division, Shibuya picks up on dull familiarity down, deep in the bowels of her division, toward her office.
Entering through the main entrance, Shibuya subtly checks herself in any reflective surfaces she passes, adjusting her hair and clothes as she notices anything out of place, anything that makes her look anything but prim and proper.
Clearing her throat, she speaks up as the elevator clicks to their floor, "Boy," a quick glance shot up toward Michiya, stepping off the lift, "I'd like you to accompany me to my office,"
Without waiting for Michiya to reply, she continues toward her office. It's up to him whether he listens to her request or not, her tone lax enough that it clearly wasn't an order, that he had an actual choice to the matter.
She picked up that Taro wasn't alone at some point. Nanami was expected, who wasn't is who she assumes is Taro's Lieutenant. If both Captain and Lieutenant are present, then her idle hopes of a casual visit and chit-chat with one of very few people she could stand are null.
It's business.
That doesn't stop her from letting a small, barely there, smile cross her features as she opens the door.
"Captain Date," Her voice is pleasant, rising above her casual growl, gravel cleared for the most part, words coming smoothly, as she addresses Taro. It's weird that she's capable of speaking without sounding like she's about to rip someone's head off.
If Michiya chose to follow her, he'd be told to stand himself behind her desk and behave.
Glancing toward her other subordinate, she waves her hand flippantly at the taller woman.
"Teishi. You are excused," it's non-hostile, but it's still an order masked by that pleasantry she's keeping up.
Once Nanami is out, Shibuya gestures for Taro and Yurei to sit where they please. Her office, for what one might expect, is clean, organized, orderly aside from a few loose papers strewn about her desk. Two chairs on the other side of her desk, for guests and the like. Walls lined by both bookshelves and filing cabinets. And a few additional seating options pushed up against the only bare wall, near the door, out of the way.
The earlier girl that Nanami had sent for tea and snacks returns, bowing quickly as she finishes placing the requested items, and scurries back out.
Shibuya sits at her desk, propping her elbows up, and steepling her fingers together.
"Now, to what do I owe the pleasure?"