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[fujimoto_shiro]

Who: fujimoto-shiro & thinkin_arbys
What: Shiro's gonna get told.
When: Right here, right now.
Where: Among some gardens.
Warnings: Most probably not!

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[thinkin_arbys]

Generally, Hot Pants wouldn't overstep her bounds to scold a member of the clergy, but she had to make an exception for this man. Gracelessly tossing about an oft-misunderstood part of scripture was a recipe for disaster, and a surefire way to annoy her.

She headed to the pre-arranged meeting place, hat pulled low, shoulders squared.

[fujimoto_shiro]

Hearing some footsteps approaching, he looked away from those blooming flowers. Shiro reached up to correct the way his glasses sat upon the bridge of his nose. “Well, well.” He smiled, moving to hold his hands behind his back loosely.

“Afternoon!”

[thinkin_arbys]

She stopped several feet away, hooking her thumbs on her belt at the hips. When she spoke, it was heavy with gruff, masculine tones, authoritative and uncompromising. Everyone was an enemy until proven otherwise.

"After that display, you'd be this casual? The Canticle of Canticles is too easily misunderstood for someone to just broadcast it everywhere."

[fujimoto_shiro]

Better get used to this. There are few things which would crack the cool demeanor of this man. If he could stay this way while Satan waited for his heart to grow weak as to allow possession, a mere confrontation would not cause him to cower. “Now, now. I never meant for that to happen. I’ve already explained this,” Shiro explained smoothly, at ease.