Because I'm slow... Dreamtime.

[cruxignis]

[The weather was perfect, the water as crystal clear and blue as always. Balamb's port was usually quiet and today was no different. A few gulls, a light breeze, no ships arriving for now. A perfect time to fish, which is exactly what Seifer was doing

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I hope you don't mind...>///<

[moar_sake_plz]

[Rangiku stared at sea confusedly. One minute she was sleeping in her room, then woken in Taichou's office...back in Seireitei. And for a moment she believed that she finally out of the house.

Until suddenly Taichou's office vanished, and here she was standing in a beach...with a bottle of wine in her hand.]

Huh? What...

Not at all! Seifer might but we ignore him ;D

[cruxignis]

[Seifer was still trying to piece together how he'd managed to get back to Balamb... unless the house had been some sort of really vivid fucked up dream. He supposed it was possible, but unlikely. And then there was someone the wrong kind of familiar up ahead.]

...The hell?

[Okay, he couldn't have just imagine the house if people from it were popping up on the beach. He strode toward Rangiku watching her suspiciously.]

How the hell'd you get out here?

because Rangiku just loves to annoy Seifer~~

[moar_sake_plz]

[Obviously this was some kind of dream, finally she decided. Maybe for once this house would give her a good, a sweet dream. Until she saw Seifer strode toward her...]

I don't know. I went to sleep in the house, then woke up in my world...then poof! Suddenly here I am.

[Rangiku smoothed out her dress and sat right down on the sand. This beach wasn't too bad, really..No different from any beach she had gone to while in real world.]

I'm sure this is one of the house's prank...like the mistletoe~~

[She lifted the wine to her lips and took a sip. Then offered the bottle to Seifer.]

Taste of his own medicine!

[cruxignis]

Tch.

[Stupid house, and here he was actually enjoying the fake fishing. Of course the house would just be screwing with them. He shot her an unfriendly glare at the mention of the mistletoe but sat heavily in the sand near her and accepted the bottle.

Well hell if they're going to be stuck in the same dream he was going to need a drink. He was polite though, just a sip before handing the bottle back.]

Gonna wake up and somethin' stupid's happened in the house again, probably.