Yachiru hiccuped, looked at the drunken Hitsugaya who was sitting across the table inspecting a donut with a look on his face. "Why do these things have a hole in the middle? Like a hollow!" He looked at Kira, demanding an answer.
The older vice-captain rubbed the back of his neck, a little freaked out that the only captain here wasn't really exerting controll over his drinking. "I don't know," the young man replied.
"My donut is a hollow...RAWR!" He made menicing gestures with it towards Renji, who sat at his other side.
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