Slow walk... (open)

Solomon was on on of his many strolls, walking at a very slow speed. They were usually through this part of the soul society; he found it much homier. He was clad in not the captain’s uniform, but a short black leather vest and a white tee-shirt. He also wore black jeans and a single fingerless leather glove on his left hand. With his swords strapped on his back diagonally crossing each other.

He had no grin on his face, or any sort of emotion. The only emotion that might have showed was anger, and that was caused by the large scar on his face. He turned a corner into a extremely busy street. Though he was a lot taller than the normal man, he was easy to spot in the crowd. That and his long black hair.

Shunsui put down his cup of sake, sighing slightly. The stress of Jushiro being gone had started to bother him. In all honesty, he was worried about the man's sickness overtaking him. He looked around the little bar and realized that it was empty other than the bartender. He got up, placed his money in the bartender's hand with a small smile as thanks and walked out.

"Sorry for taking up so much of your time." He said before he walked out falling in step with the traffic of this insanely busy street. If he wasn't so good at holding his liquor, he probably would've fallen and been trampled by the crowd. He looked up, eyes just a bit hazy, and found that he was looking at the captain of 11th Division, Solomon Black. This was just what Shunsui needed to cheer up, make a couple new friends today. He walked through the crowd slowly and once he finally found himself near Solomon, he laid a hand on his shoulders.

"Oi, Black-taichou! What are you doing out here so late?" He said, smiling.

The 11th division captain turned his head to look at the man who put hsi hand on his shoulder. He waited a few second before looking back forwards so he did not bump into anyone, " Got bored of teh hub-bub. " He said slowly.