Racist Captain tries and make friendly

This area was quiet, then again, he was pretty deep into the more woodsy area of the park, in a clearing, and also not in a gigai of any sorts, so, privacy was rather easy for him to come by.

His gigai lay leaned back in a sitting position against a tree, looking as if it were just someone in a rather relaxed slumber under some shade while his real self sat a few feet off.

He was sure to not let his pressure spike any, preferring to keeping it low.

Moving the bow of his violin, he brought it to the instrument to test it, a pleasant sound emitting from the violin for a few moments before he stopped and lowered the bow. He come out here to have a bit of relaxing time within the Human World, and for now...this was a suitable place until he decided to move.

Luca moved to begin playing again, but his concentration was promptly broken by the sound of a yell, shortly followed by a crash that sounded extremely close.

It was a...

Shinigami.

He knew of the truce, between them and the shinigami, as he'd been informed of it, so after remembering it, his tensed body relaxed some. "Are you injured?" He asked, not raising his tone or anything from it's usual levels, as the shinigami should be close enough to hear.

Fine?

He didn't seem that way, if watching the shinigami attempt to stand and fail to properly told him anything. Glancing at where the shinigami seemed to be having his problem, he noted it was likely a sprained ankle or something.

"If you're injured, I'm a doctor; your ankle doesn't seem to be in top shape after that fall." He remained seated, if the shinigami didn't require his assistance, than there was no need for him to move.

Luca remained quiet, letting the shinigami approach him as he stayed in place. When they were close enough, he moved to set his violin back safely in it's case, closing the lid before he went to inspect the shinigami's ankle.

It was sprained, not a bad one, but enough to hinder him. It wasn't a difficult fix, thankfully.

Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a bottle containing a liquid, along with some bandage wrap.

"Remove your sock and sandal, I need to pour this," he held up the small bottle between his index finger and thumb, "and then I'll wrap it for precaution."

He made his own medicines, and if the shinigami were to let this liquid be poured over his ankle, and rub it in, it should start to feel better after only a short moment. "If it makes you feel better, you can handle the pouring and rubbing it in, I can also...but I sense you're not exactly the most comfortable around me."

With a nod, Luca moved to applying the medicine, rubbing it into the shinigami's skin as gently as he could manage so as not to disturb the sprain. It should start feeling better soon, and once he was done he moved on to wrapping it.

"The wrapping is just a precaution, but you should be perfectly fine to walk due to the medicine after a few moments." He claimed, looking down at the now wrapped ankle before reaching into his coat again and producing a handkerchief to wipe his hands. when they were dry, he offered it to the shinigami, remembering how he'd claimed his hand had been dirty.

Luca blinked at the shinigami's outstretched hand, as the gesture had been a bit forceful, but accepted the thanks nonetheless as he shook his hand. "Luca, Septimo Espada."

A captain and an Espada, huh?

Well, the atmosphere wasn't exactly hostile, so he was fine with it.

"Mm." Luca gave a nod, glancing back at the case as he did so. "Violin, cello...string instruments mostly."

He was a man of little words, but he said what was needed; he'd been asked if he played, and he'd answered appropriately.

"Hn." Luca looked down for a moment, nodding at the joke the captain made.

He was mostly suited to support, healing his allies so they could go on longer. He could fight to an extent, but he preferred not to.

Luca gave another nod, moving to take his violin from the case; he'd come out to play anyway, so it seemed fine to do so, he didn't mind audiences.

Positioning it correctly, Luca brought the bow to the strings and began playing, his usual expertise showing as the music flowed from the instrument; he seemed utterly calm as he did so, almost as if it came naturally to the Espada.

Luca continued playing for a few minutes longer, until the song was ended and he let the final note fade away before lowering the instrument. It felt nice to play, he did it often, but no matter how much he played it always left him relaxed.

"...I don't recall." Luca answered after a brief moment of silence, "I only have my memories up until I was wandering the deserts, I suppose I began in a previous life perhaps...when I was human...as when I began playing again it came quite naturally..."

"Hn..." Luca nodded, glancing over at the captain as he stood to put his sock and sandal back on before he once again seated himself. The shinigami seemed to be fine now, as he was able to stand properly again.

Spar?

"I apologize, but as a doctor I don't think I'd be much of a sparring partner." Luca replied; he was a doctor, his strong points were healing and defense, not something to look for in a sparring partner...

Luca gave a nod in response to the captain's words as he remained seated, watching as the shinigami stood before disappearing in a flash of shunpo, as the shinigami's technique was called.

He remained there for a bit longer, but after awhile he moved to pack up his things, feeling he should probably head back.

Once he had his things gathered, Luca stepped through a garganta, heading home.