(log) The promises, hollow concessions/ And innocent shows of affection (Active/Closed)
Name(s): Ashelia, Rangiku (clooooooooosed)
Location: Rangiku's office
Week: 33!
Time: Tuesday, after chocolate club. Early evening/after dinner?
Rating: PG.
Content: The Talk. 8DDDDDDDDD Ew, romance. Gross.
She'd meant to do some training today - she really had. Instead, though, her sword rested on the desk, but instead of polished metal reflecting the light, it was covered in empty chocolate wrappers.
Much as she had wanted to go through sword motions, she'd had a little nap after Chocolate Club that turned into a long sleep, and when Rangiku Matsumoto missed dinner she really couldn't bring herself to do anything much more than munch on the pile of chocolates left over. It seemed the sugar mountain in her office would not be reduced anytime soon. Still, she had pretty effectively trenched herself at her desk, and was absently thinking that the pale pink and powder blue chocolate wrappers piled on top of the sword looked very pretty as she slowly savoured a truffle.
A knock sounded at her door, and she turned to face it, chocolate still in her mouth and melted on her fingers. Damn it. "Come in."
Location: Rangiku's office
Week: 33!
Time: Tuesday, after chocolate club. Early evening/after dinner?
Rating: PG.
Content: The Talk. 8DDDDDDDDD Ew, romance. Gross.
She'd meant to do some training today - she really had. Instead, though, her sword rested on the desk, but instead of polished metal reflecting the light, it was covered in empty chocolate wrappers.
Much as she had wanted to go through sword motions, she'd had a little nap after Chocolate Club that turned into a long sleep, and when Rangiku Matsumoto missed dinner she really couldn't bring herself to do anything much more than munch on the pile of chocolates left over. It seemed the sugar mountain in her office would not be reduced anytime soon. Still, she had pretty effectively trenched herself at her desk, and was absently thinking that the pale pink and powder blue chocolate wrappers piled on top of the sword looked very pretty as she slowly savoured a truffle.
A knock sounded at her door, and she turned to face it, chocolate still in her mouth and melted on her fingers. Damn it. "Come in."