[CLOSED] "Dance and we turn, my lashes are dry, purple teardrops I cry..."
Characters: Luppi (ivy-girl) & Cirucci Thunderwitch (swallow_wing)
Content: Cirucci and Luppi, to celebrate the ruining of Leo's plane, get have a little private party.
Setting: The Silvana, Luppi's room.
Time: Backdated to after Luppi's a little bit more recovered following this log and this one. Late evening.
Warnings: Cirucci, Luppi, alcohol. There's the ( Read more... )
Content: Cirucci and Luppi, to celebrate the ruining of Leo's plane, get have a little private party.
Setting: The Silvana, Luppi's room.
Time: Backdated to after Luppi's a little bit more recovered following this log and this one. Late evening.
Warnings: Cirucci, Luppi, alcohol. There's the ( Read more... )
Cirucci smirked, waiting for the fop to poke his head out. She knew something was astray, that Luppi had fucked something up so gloriously, but unfortunately she did not have the full story to her disposal. Still--oh, was she gloating.
And yet she had dressed in black, again. Oh, no, not that formless monstrosity she decked earlier: this dress still had her characteristic swells of material, and she had worn it to that party after Zhang He spearheaded the ship's makeover. Luppi had said he liked her, in black. She supposed she could humor him this one time.
Cirucci had brought her own drinks, packed neatly in a tote bag she had lying around (truthfully, she had decided to 'freshen up' the sad looking thing, clipping on cute little accessories like pins and ribbons). She hummed to herself quietly as she waited for Luppi to open the door, crossing and uncrossing one ankle from the front of her other.
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Still! At the knock on the door, he gave his room a final once over and answered it, pulling it open just a crack to begin with to make sure that it was his guest and not somebody else who might want his Cabin Boy-ish services at that obnoxious hour.
Ah! It was her! "About tiiiime~" He chirped, somehow finding the energy and will to sound upbeat and happy despite all that had happened.
Ooh! Her dress! That certainly caught his eye, but he wouldn't be nice enough to mention it. Ah! That's a point! He grinned at the thought that crossed his mind. The flowersOutside of her view, behind the door, he grabbed the bunch of Magnolias and stepped back to open it properly, to let her in and allow her to see the pretty, promised floral gift ( ... )
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She waited for him to comment on the dress. Normally, she dressed (mainly) for herself, and she still was, but--she was expecting something out of the fop, some show of appreciation. Cirucci frowned at his silence, taking a step inside as he opened the door wide ( ... )
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They hadn't been cheap, so the Privaron had better like them, but they were pretty. He had to admit that much.
He clutched the over-decorated tote bag to himself when she thrust it at him and felt a momentary wave of horror as she cast her critical eye over his room. Time for a change of subject.
"That's a nice dress~," he told her, not saying it just to humour her.
Well, with that dark purple hair, the complimenting shade of her eyes and the colour of her lipstick, the black did look rather good.
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Her lower curled inwards, and Cirucci found herself biting it as she contemplated Luppi's--compliment. The very idea that the fop could prefer girls was, to be frank, nothing short of mind-blowing. So it was creepy to hear him speak kindly of her, in any sense. She appreciated the sentiment--damn right it was a nice dress, and Cirucci wore her dresses well--but still, Luppi showing even the slightest interest in her was enough to throw her head off balance.
"Mm, but you know what isn't nice?" Her arms opened to the sides, gesturing to the room around her, as a light sigh slipped past her lips. "I never would have thought your room could be so plain. Have you even cleaned it recently?" ( ... )
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He had rather hoped that his compliment would be enough to stop her talking about the state of his room, but it wasn't to be. Well, he would have probably still told her she looked nice if his room was pristine and decked out in ribbons, but she'd never know that.
"...It's not a travesty. You know, us Cabin Boys don't get paid much. We can't exactly afford to decorate." He said, trying to play the sympathy card. "Anyway, I tidied it before you came here, so stop picking."
He'd tidied up, dusted barely and redressed his bed with fresh bedding. Clearly that effort wasn't enough.
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Leaning onto her palms, Cirucci propped herself up, staring expectantly at the other arrancar. "Well?" The question punctuated the silence roughly, as her hands flew to her lap, one folding over the other. Her legs swept smoothly off the bed, dangling from the edge and kicking the air restlessly. The primness of it was almost laughable, the shift from such a relaxed, if not inviting, posture to the sudden straightness of her back.
But her gaze suffered no change, eyes still hard on Luppi's. "You're not going to stand there all day, are you?" Smirking, she teased him with a memory from an earlier meeting, voice cracking as a giggle surfaced. "Wouldn't make you a very good host~" The Privaron tapped the ball ( ... )
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"Alright alright, keep your hair on." He said, slapping her hand out of the way. "This is my room, you know, stop acting like you own it." A single beat. "And stop thinking about how you can decorate it it. It's fine as it is ( ... )
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Her face betrayed her for an instant as he questioned her, upturned lips slipping into a scowl that flashed like lightning onto her face. But in the next second her expression grew entirely unreadable, shrugging casually as she gestured to her bag. "I brought a glass for myself. I thought you'd have one for yourself, at the very least."
Before he could nag at her about some misstep or the like, a vicious grin cut across her face as though a knife had slashed the skin through, so rapid and sharp a change it was. Her teeth nearly gleamed. "So." Her lips pressed together in a controlled smirk. "Are you going to tell Big Sister Cirucci about the mess you've made for our boss? Or will she have to drunken you up to get you to squeal ( ... )
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True to his words, she snickered, patting him on the head. "Oooh, I bet Aizen had a lot to say. Why don't you tell Cirucci the details, hmm?" Her hand trailed from his head to the back of his neck. Like a claw, her fingers clamped around, thumb dipping around the other end as she squeezed. Her voice was low, but smooth--seductive, perhaps, even despite all the latent viciousness that drawled her words. "I'll make you feel better. Promise."
The giggle that fled her throat was hardly reassuring. Bending lower, she grabbed one of her wine bottles, waving it in front of Luppi's face with a slip of a crooked grin. "Have one of these. Where's your mug?" She dug out the single wine glass she had brought for herself, placing it temporarily on his dresser. " ( ... )
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The idea that Cirucci would make him feel better was laughable though. If the wounds were still there, she would be the proverbial salt.
"You? Make me feel better? You've got to be kidding~." He trilled, looking at her with a sour expression. "Don't think that I've been knocked down to your level just because of this slip-up."
He looked at the crystal-glass with an unhappy frown and dragged himself to his feet to go to his dresser. He didn't pull out a mug, but the glass he brandished lacked the elegant stem of a wine glass or champagne flute.
"Forget the whole Ichigo thing... lets just.. celebrate." He said, a vicious grin splitting his face. "You can pour," He said, thrusting the glass at her.
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"Forget? But Luppi..." She blinked almost innocently, lips still pouted. "You can't just insult Cirucci and let it end there. Especially after all that harping about 'Privaron this' and 'Privaron that'." Her voice grew noticeably sharper at that last bit, eyes narrowing as she leaned in closer, her forehead brushing his. "Such a crude welcome it was...I didn't appreciate it one bit ( ... )
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But she cracked a smirk as he cringed, sipping her own glass without a falter in expression. "You don't like it?" she asked innocently. "Hmm. I guess Luppi never was the sophisticated type." (Whether or not the Privaron actually liked the taste herself was another thing; more than anything, Cirucci was in love with the idea of wine rather than the reality).
Her face darkened as she lowered her glass. "He'd never drink like this, stiff sod he is. All work and no play makes him a boring boy." Her eyes were still narrowed in distaste as she continued. "Unless you count sucking off Aizen-sama as play. He probably enjoys it." She snorted, picking up her glass and ( ... )
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"No, I don't... but... I'll forget about it after a few more glasses~." He grinned, having a little experience with alcohol. He was probably too young at the time, but flirting with doormen got you everywhere. Sometimes, it even got you to places you didn't want to go.
"... He's always a boring boy. Do you think he does suck him off? Do you think he ever has?" He smirked, considering it. "It wouldn't surprise me. There's no way he got to the top of Aizen's favour on his work alone. He's not that good ( ... )
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