There's a very, very tall man in gleaming red and white clothes standing in the middle of the lobby, his white wolf ears flicking as he scans the throngs of people before he raises both hands. His voice is as cheerful as his wagging tail, but deep and smooth and very, very masculine. When he grins playfully, his white fangs gleam in the lighting
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People could use a break now and again, hmm?
"Ammy~!" She walked over, not needing to actively attempt to show off her cleavage, also not needing to fake the warmth in her voice. "Are you the melon inspector now?"
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"Someone has to do it and take it very seriously, you know?" His expression turned very serious, but still his tail wagged and he was behaving himself and neither planting his face smack in her cleavage immediately or staring at them. As unlike his usual traveling companion, Ammy could indeed learn a measure of self-control, and he'd been around Rangiku enough to recover a little from the shock of her amazing rack.
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"Right, very seriously. What exactly are you examining melons for, Ammy-chan~?" Afterall, at some point, there'd be an explanation, thin or otherwise. Amaterasu made his own perversion seem quaint and innocent.
Issun and Matsumoto would have had words. Or actions, of the flicking across the room kind.
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Really, it was a very difficult job, he was really going out of his way for this.
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She grins, leaning forward with her arms propping her breasts up... and even closer to slipping out. Whatever magic kept her modest was strong indeed.
"Only the young ladies?" She was teasing, even as she pouted. Rangiku knew that age was relative to the being talking, and in Amaterasu's case, that could be anywhere from the legal age of consent (in Ancient Japan? She'd not linger on that thought too long, it wasn't particularly enthralling) to several thousand years of age, as long as their appearance was youthful enough.
What Ammy considered enough was his own deal.
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Or, you know, he could simply bury his face in her breasts and hope he got off with only a light pounding. She would forgive him at least once, right?
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"Ammy! Not even a word of warning? I didn't know you were that eager~!"
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"It wouldn't have been an invitation to a drink, would it have been?" She hoped he said yes.
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She rolled her shoulders, alternately straightening and thrusting her chest out enough that with her arms no longer holding him in the position, Ammy could move his head again. If he came nicely, she'd play nicely. If he kept her from the alcohol she swore replaced whatever blood used to run through her veins, then she'd be a very grumpy shinigami.
"Then what are we waiting for~?"
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"We only have to wait as long as it takes to remember where to go." He rocked a little on his feet as he inspected his surroundings, then waved for her to follow him. "This way!"
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Prior to oblivion, at least. Besides, people relaxed and enjoyed themselves in ways they might otherwise deprive themselves of. Alcohol carried a strange sort of honesty along with inebriation.
She brushed the thought off as she fell in step behind Amaterasu, then came up to his side. He was certainly in a mood. If she were totally honest, so was she. "Have you been around here often?"
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Luckily for Rangiku, he spotted one of the several bars and trotted over to it, his tail waving happily as he flagged down a bartender to order the best sake they had. He still looked decidedly chipper as he glanced back to Rangiku as if waiting for her approval.
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