we're warmed up like biscuits--DANCE biscuits
Characters: Bastet/Yoruichi felinemystique, Rick bloody_pens, and Crimson/Urahara crimsonmischief
Date/Time: Forward dated to Thursday, August 4
Location: Hatchery--> Residential area-->walkabout
Rating: PG-13 or so
Summary: Fanservice just got a little more hideous as Rick, Yoruichi and Crimson step out like the fine single ladies that they are. OPEN to witnesses, if you’d like to tag in with your character’s reaction to the spectacle.
Yoruichi was feeling a little steadier today; Kisuke was no longer transparent and nearly-inaudible, giving the impression that he was fading right before her eyes. It was a relief to show up to her Hatchery shift today, seeing him--more or less--back to his normal self.
More or less, because he was wearing a black bodysuit and matching heels. Surprising, for more reasons than one--both she and Rick were dressed in the exact same outfit. And even given the wide variety of odd costumes people had been stuck in this week, they still made for an odd sight as they left the Hatchery at the end of their shift. As handsome as both men were, in her opinion, leotards and heels did nothing for them.
It was relatively cool up here in the Tree, but their relief shift told them it was scorching hot down on the islands. Which, of course, was where she needed to go.
“I need to go to the Bazaar,” she said as the three of them stepped outside. The air was still, and the occasional beam of sunlight broke through the leaves to dapple the boughs and walkways. “Are you guys heading home?”
Date/Time: Forward dated to Thursday, August 4
Location: Hatchery--> Residential area-->walkabout
Rating: PG-13 or so
Summary: Fanservice just got a little more hideous as Rick, Yoruichi and Crimson step out like the fine single ladies that they are. OPEN to witnesses, if you’d like to tag in with your character’s reaction to the spectacle.
Yoruichi was feeling a little steadier today; Kisuke was no longer transparent and nearly-inaudible, giving the impression that he was fading right before her eyes. It was a relief to show up to her Hatchery shift today, seeing him--more or less--back to his normal self.
More or less, because he was wearing a black bodysuit and matching heels. Surprising, for more reasons than one--both she and Rick were dressed in the exact same outfit. And even given the wide variety of odd costumes people had been stuck in this week, they still made for an odd sight as they left the Hatchery at the end of their shift. As handsome as both men were, in her opinion, leotards and heels did nothing for them.
It was relatively cool up here in the Tree, but their relief shift told them it was scorching hot down on the islands. Which, of course, was where she needed to go.
“I need to go to the Bazaar,” she said as the three of them stepped outside. The air was still, and the occasional beam of sunlight broke through the leaves to dapple the boughs and walkways. “Are you guys heading home?”