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[okami_otousan]

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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[goldenpine]

Rangiku will blink, smile slowly, and wave at someone she never expected to see. Let alone as a man, again, requesting to see -- melons. Still, the shinigami could play along, given the fact she wasn't currently dying. Even being in a new location couldn't throw her off too much -- there was alcohol around here, she just knew it, and the entire place seemed to be about release.

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?"

[okami_otousan]

"Rangiku!" Ammy grinned, his tail wagging even more. "Yes." He huffed, looking incredibly happy and pleased with himself and a dozen other things that gave him a particularly goofy looking expression.

"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.

[goldenpine]

She nodded, understanding this must be a grave duty indeed to someone... somewhere. Amaterasu apparently thought as much for himself, in this moment, and Rangiku found his own exhuberance over something so ridiculous, without being, shall we say, grabby? Amused her more than it might have otherwise.

"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.

[okami_otousan]

"To make sure they're in good shape, of course!" His fist smacked into his cupped palm. "It would be a horrible thing if something should happen to any of the lovely young ladies and their melons." Which of course meant that Amaterasu would have to make absolutely sure that all the ladies were happy and healthy and that their cleavage was also in perfect shape, no matter what shape that might be. It was a terribly tedious job, but as a god Amaterasu took it upon himself to do this for the sake of all women everywhere.

Really, it was a very difficult job, he was really going out of his way for this.

[goldenpine]

Amaterasu might possibly have the worst job ever. Matsumoto felt his pain, in the sense that she found it ridiculous and amusing, and yet.

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.

[okami_otousan]

"All of them are young to me! After all, all women are lovely in their own ways, no matter their age." Despite his best intentions, he was beginning to lean toward her, tail wagging hopefully. Ahhhh, Rangiku's cleavage was amazing~! He was having trouble deciding whose was more impressive, Rao's or Rangiku's. He would have to think on this, surely.

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?

[goldenpine]

Ammy was standing in front of Rangiku. Then Ammy was in Rangiku's cleavage. She had a variety of responses to this particular situation, though certain things in the air led her to lock her arms around his head and make it a prolonged, possible attempt at boob-death.

"Ammy! Not even a word of warning? I didn't know you were that eager~!"

[okami_otousan]

"Ah~! I'm sorry Rangiku, I wasn't going to but it just happened." He somehow managed to be fully intelligible with his face smooshed into her delightfully huge breasts. At least he managed to look apologetic, even if his tail was wagging like an excited retriever's as he'd wrapped her in a hug. Although in his defense he'd hugged her about the time she'd crushed his face into her rack.

[goldenpine]

She smushed him closer yet again, as theoretically impossible as that seemed. "What's that? I can't quite hear you." She had a small, cheerful smile on her face, one that seemed to be mirrored in her eyes to anyone watching. The fact she was blatantly lying didn't seem to bother her in the slightest.

"It wouldn't have been an invitation to a drink, would it have been?" She hoped he said yes.

[okami_otousan]

He made a pleased rumbling sound from where his face was buried, and seemed to actually snuggle in deeper. An ear twitched at the mention of drinking, and he actually managed to detach a hand from her waist to flash an 'OK' sign at her. Where he'd learned that one was anyone's guess. But he did have enough money to support Rangiku's drinking habits.

[goldenpine]

Rangiku hiked an eyebrow up at Ammy's particular gesture; if she hadn't met kids from a more modern world, the meaning might have been lost on her. As it was, she beamed, briefly figured how difficult it would be to move with someone actually buried in her cleavage, and then decided drinking was more worthwhile a shared social activity than death by breast-asphyxiation. Amaterasu was sure to agree, eventually.

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~?"

[okami_otousan]

Ahhh, but in the meantime, death by smothering with such fantastic cleavage was one of the better ways to go. Issun would definitely be jealous. Reluctantly he pulled himself free from the happy place he'd been in and shook himself out, only pausing long enough to regain his bearings.

"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!"

[goldenpine]

Amaterasu's answer was sound enough for Rangiku, given her knowledge of the area boiled down to "randy people being randy, and alcohol being vaguely around in places." When he motioned for her to follow, she briefly hummed to herself, pleased mostly with the fact they were now going somewhere. Funny, how alcohol seemed like such a reasonable solution. Maybe it helped her confront the things she might otherwise have forced herself not to think about.

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?"

[okami_otousan]

"I have been here once or twice, never for long." Not that it mattered, he could find his way around easily enough. After all, when he had such a keen sense of smell, it wasn't difficult to pick out the scent of strong alcohol from the more human smells. He was a little concerned with the way Rangiku enjoyed her sake, preferring to keep herself inebriated in a way that was not unlike Kasugami's tendencies. Yet he had to remind himself that Ran was not a normal woman, and therefore did not have to worry about making herself so sick she could possibly die.

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.