Ikkaku and Yumichika

You scarcely know who these two are. You've seen them around, but unless it's important, you've never directly spoken to them. They're eleventh division, making it an even smaller chance that you are even in the same area. The brutes aren't worth your time and usually stay away from the noble kind, these two obviously along with them.

"Baldy!" She cheers, waving her hand at the two standing watch, you suppose. It's hardly convincing.

You follow behind the little girl, determined to escort her to bed if you must, to ensure the rest of your night will not be bothered with such useless interruptions. You have little patience for a child tonight--you'd much rather be doing something you don't normally do, something not entirely appropriate for a younger audience.

"Fukutaichou!" They both greet her with surprise, though it changes quickly when they notice you are there. Respectful bows and greetings, though you don't expect anything of the like when you step over the threshold that separates the rest of Seireitei from the small congregation of brutes only slightly more civilized than the ones on the other side of the gates into Rukongai. "Kuchiki-taichou."

"It's a shame that she had to go and disturb you, Kuchiki-taichou," the flamboyant one says. Ikkaku you know from Renji--the bald one obsessed with fighting. He's always with a pretty peacock, Yumichika. You can only assume feather-brows is said man.

"We'll take her to bed."

Like the last time? It doesn't seem likely.