Ichimaru Gin had spent the most of his morning filling out papers and documents with a shoe on his desk. In plain view. A high-heeled woman’s shoe, all alone on his desk, placed in the most eye-catching manner he could think of (moved to a new, interesting position every ten minutes) - all to enjoy the somewhat confused and worried stares he got from his secretary. Gin was counting the minutes until Izuru would actually say something, but it seemed as if the nervous blonde was going to avoid the issue completely. Sigh. How boring
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She was still grinning slightly from her last though, the mental image bringing a snort from the blonde. Her finger had stopped, mid tap, and was hovering there, as if unsure of what to do. It was rare that you actually saw Rangiku so still, for she was usually doing something. Her hobbies, after all, included talking, chatting, more talking, painting her nails, filing her nails, bugging people who were flustered easily, just to name a few. Never did it include sitting there quietly. It was only at the start of each month when her new magazines came out that the woman would actually be seen reading something at her desk, and even then, some people would not even count that as worthy reading material
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Gin easily noticed her stare at the shoe and took a better grip of it, hiding it behind his back in one swift and teasing motion. There was really nothing he enjoyed more then playing games, and Rangiku was such a good player
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Her lips crashed suddenly downward into a sultry pout, like a drunkard too far gone to remain upright. One glance was all she had been allowed, as if to say, see, your shoe is fine. Then, in typical Gin fashion, he hid it from her sight, denying her the pleasure of her footwear. Things never were easy with Gin. Rangiku really had not expected him to just hand it over. That'd be far too easy, and not much fun. She did not fail to notice that sneaky expression upon his face, or the merriment in his voice as she spoke. With a roll of her eyes, the blonde spoke.
"Talk about what, Gin? How forgetful I am? Empty headed?"Not that she really cared. Half her stuff was found in the strangest of places after all, places that you'd never even seen her at. She could never recall leaving it there either, yet somehow, as if by magic, her lost items always reappeared in the least likely location
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It was not easy to fool Ichimaru Gin, and he quickly noticed what she was trying and lifted the shoe out of Rangiku's reach just as she dove for it. Indeed, having known each other for so long made it quite easy for him to know what she was thinking. However, he was not going to give the shoe up quite yet. He had a few more things to say first
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Gin was counting the minutes until Izuru would actually say something, but it seemed as if the nervous blonde was going to avoid the issue completely. Sigh. How boring ( ... )
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"Talk about what, Gin? How forgetful I am? Empty headed?"Not that she really cared. Half her stuff was found in the strangest of places after all, places that you'd never even seen her at. She could never recall leaving it there either, yet somehow, as if by magic, her lost items always reappeared in the least likely location ( ... )
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However, he was not going to give the shoe up quite yet. He had a few more things to say first ( ... )
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