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[For once, the feed cuts on quite deliberately, showing the interior of a loud, brightly decorated club. The scantily clad aliens on stage--some humanoid, some not--make it clear what kind of establishment this is.]
[The feed shakes as its owner laughs, and pans dizzily around to...someone getting a lapdance. It’s difficult to tell who it is; all that’s visible is one arm, carefully moving a drink out of the way of the very large, very eager tentacle alien that’s covering most of the upper body attached.]
Come on, Madarame. [Yoruichi can barely keep from laughing as she speaks over the din] Smile for the camera~
Trust me, Yoruichi-san, I am. [ The reply is muffled behind a mass of tentacles wrapped around Ikkaku’s head, but he sounds pretty cheerful. ] Are you gettin’ my good side?
[The feed shakes as its owner laughs, and pans dizzily around to...someone getting a lapdance. It’s difficult to tell who it is; all that’s visible is one arm, carefully moving a drink out of the way of the very large, very eager tentacle alien that’s covering most of the upper body attached.]
Come on, Madarame. [Yoruichi can barely keep from laughing as she speaks over the din] Smile for the camera~
Trust me, Yoruichi-san, I am. [ The reply is muffled behind a mass of tentacles wrapped around Ikkaku’s head, but he sounds pretty cheerful. ] Are you gettin’ my good side?