Alright, so... Where was he, now? Where was he? Certainly not anywhere inside the Seireitei, he could feel that much, for he could not sense any of the reishi that made up the damned Soul Society--- that he would rule one day, naturally, of that he was also certain. He grimaced slightly as he awoke, his head throbbing something terrible-- as if someone had actually gotten the drop on him, for once... Not that that was very likely, after all; he was Aizen Sousuke, bi-yatch!

Of course, he was still not certain just what had happened to him, and thus: he opened his eyes slowly, and reached out for his glasses, which were, strangely enough, still on his face, more or less. They did need minor adjustments, of course, given the way he'd been laying, but still... He was not blind, at least!

He did know one thing, at least, as soon as he opened his eyes: he was in an Earthly closet. With-- lots and LOTS of clothing, all around him! He grimaced slightly, as he pushed aside a row of dresses over his head, in order to sit up, and then, of course, grinned as soon as he saw a-- somewhat familiar face, at least. The girl who had befriended Rukia, wasn't this? The redhead? She was rather pretty, at least, and so... When his newly adjusted glasses landed upon the sign upon the door, well... He couldn't help but grin to himself, looking-- almost coy. He then turned the smile upon her, with his trademarked Winning Smile™, that had won him both the cover and the mid-year slots within the last three years' Shinigami calendars...

[[Let me know if this doesn't work for you, darling... I can fix whatever is wrong with this set-up! ; ) ♥]]