[In Progress]
Characters: Original!Cliff (mediating ), Original!Rangiku (goldenpine )
Place: Rangiku's cabin entrance, and then Indian Restaurant, Level 14
Time: After this post, 10:00 p.m.
Summary: Cliff, ever the gentleman, decides to take Rangiku on a date~
Warnings: Cleavage, flirting, possible mentions of alien anatomy?
Not even a full day in this ship and he already had a date. Man, was Cliff good or what?
At first he had thought he was going too fast, but this was quickly vanquished by Rangiku’s own reactions and bodily language- she was enjoying it too― and Cliff wasn’t about to end a good thing. Besides, he had a hunch this would go fine, and it had.
Needless to say, he was in excellent spirits all day long. The rest of the hours seemed insignificant to Cliff; he was waiting for the clock to strike 9 p.m.
An hour before his date and he had already picked his clothes- a white dress shirt, black dress pants, and black leather shoes. Simple, yet elegant. Satisfied with his choice of wardrobe, he decided to take a shower.
He stepped into the shower. “The hell!?” he screamed as a blast of cold water hit him squarely in the chest. After the water heated to a satisfactory temperature, he began lathering his entire body, making sure he got everything- Rangiku was hot, and, well, you never knew what could happen. Not that it had to, but hell, I'd be nice.
With that thought in mind, he stepped out of the shower, applied deodorant, brushed his teeth, put on cologne, and got dressed. He grabbed the small bouquet he had gotten her, a pretty set of pink roses, and went his merry way, shutting his cabin’s door behind him, whistling happily.
Five minutes to 10 p.m. Cliff made his way down the Luna Cluster’s hallway, glancing at the unit numbers. Ah, finally, there it was- Unit 2.
He knocked three times, alerting her of his presence.
Place: Rangiku's cabin entrance, and then Indian Restaurant, Level 14
Time: After this post, 10:00 p.m.
Summary: Cliff, ever the gentleman, decides to take Rangiku on a date~
Warnings: Cleavage, flirting, possible mentions of alien anatomy?
Not even a full day in this ship and he already had a date. Man, was Cliff good or what?
At first he had thought he was going too fast, but this was quickly vanquished by Rangiku’s own reactions and bodily language- she was enjoying it too― and Cliff wasn’t about to end a good thing. Besides, he had a hunch this would go fine, and it had.
Needless to say, he was in excellent spirits all day long. The rest of the hours seemed insignificant to Cliff; he was waiting for the clock to strike 9 p.m.
An hour before his date and he had already picked his clothes- a white dress shirt, black dress pants, and black leather shoes. Simple, yet elegant. Satisfied with his choice of wardrobe, he decided to take a shower.
He stepped into the shower. “The hell!?” he screamed as a blast of cold water hit him squarely in the chest. After the water heated to a satisfactory temperature, he began lathering his entire body, making sure he got everything- Rangiku was hot, and, well, you never knew what could happen. Not that it had to, but hell, I'd be nice.
With that thought in mind, he stepped out of the shower, applied deodorant, brushed his teeth, put on cologne, and got dressed. He grabbed the small bouquet he had gotten her, a pretty set of pink roses, and went his merry way, shutting his cabin’s door behind him, whistling happily.
Five minutes to 10 p.m. Cliff made his way down the Luna Cluster’s hallway, glancing at the unit numbers. Ah, finally, there it was- Unit 2.
He knocked three times, alerting her of his presence.