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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.

[doyouweepforme]

For one feline, not particularly bothered by it's location, this proclamation was nothing unique. People said strange things all the time, and didn't have the courtesy to provide a plate of spaghetti to entertain a cat otherwise uninterested in their mating behavior.

What made Spaghetti Cat stop at this announcement was a fairly short tail. One which wagged furiously. Lifting its paw in the air, Spaghetti Cat tilted its head to the side and mewled softly. A human-dog? Asking about melons?

Perhaps this would be a human-dog with skills to provide spaghetti, or find one who could.

Spaghetti Cat carefully stepped closer.

[okami_otousan]

"Ah?" Ammy turned, cocking his head as he spotted the cat. His smile changed to something almost affectionate as he crouched, his tail sweeping the floor.

"Are you hungry?" After all, Amaterasu was very good at feeding other animals and finding what they liked best.

[doyouweepforme]

Spaghetti Cat stopped, tail lashing once, then again. This person-dog asked the right questions, something not often encountered by the cat. Sitting down, it mewled again, tail curling around and over its feet.

Spaghetti. The demand was a demand, of course -- cats could hardly be less than demanding -- but it was delivered with a soft, careful choice in pitch and tone.

[okami_otousan]

"Spaghetti?" Ammy cocked his head, looking carefully thoughtful as he tried to remember what that was. A sudden occurrence came to him, and he broke out in a wide grin, reaching into a small pouch.

Only to pull out a very large platter. Spaghetti with sauce and meatballs that he'd pilfered from somewhere and it still managed to be steaming hot. "I would say to be careful, it is hot. Will this be good?"

[terra_et_sol]

Terra raised an eyebrow at that, crossing her arms over her chest more because that was where her arms went when they crossed than out of any attempt to protect her modesty.

She could tell there was absolutely no way this person was an ordinary human - perhaps something closer to her own level. But she might as well wander over and satisfy her curiosity. "And why is that?"

[okami_otousan]

"Because someone should make sure they're healthy, of course." He said with complete honesty, his smile cheerful and his tail still wagging. "After all, it would be a horrible tragedy if they were not." If he didn't look like a fighter and wasn't built like a wall he would almost be mistaken for the stupidly happy family dog. Almost.

If the family dog was really just a dumb wolf in disguise.

[terra_et_sol]

"So it would," she chuckled, approaching him. "We certainly couldn't have that, could we? But you know, I don't show those to just anyone."

She held out a hand. "Particularly if we haven't been introduced. Call me Terra."

[okami_otousan]

"I am Amaterasu. It's a pleasure to meet you, Terra." His tail wagged as he took her hand, stroking the back of her knuckles with his thumb. For someone with such a strong hand he held hers gently, careful not to catch her with his claws.

[needsglasses]

Sasuke stared at Amaterasu, lips pressed together in a thin line. He half wanted to look behind Amaterasu and see if Naruto or Jiraiya was standing there, giggling behind their hands, prompting this exchange, but he restrained himself.

"Amaterasu." If he sounds mildly censoring, it's because in spite of whatever is being pumped through this place, he's surprised at what his god's doing. He shouldn't be, but... he still is.

[okami_otousan]

"Oiii~! Sasuke-kun!" Amaterasu waved, grinning a grin that would have easily been worn on Naruto's face. Whether Amaterasu should have been doing it or not, that didn't seem to be changing the fact that he was still standing around and waiting patiently. After all, technically a god shouldn't go around stealing food or wringing praise out of the local wildlife or any of the other greater crimes he'd committed, but he'd done it for the greater good and in the end no one cared.

Which was totally the reasoning he was going to use if questioned. He was doing a public service!

[needsglasses]

Yes. Sasuke had pissed off someone who was inflicting the stupid on him. Unfortunately, he was game enough to take the stupid on and see where it'd lead him.

At the moment, that looked like it would be down women's shirts, which wasn't an unpleasant prospect as much as an unexpected, ridiculous one. "I'm guessing you aren't making this offer out of a general health concern." He kept walking toward the god, posture relaxed.

[okami_otousan]

"Of course I am! Don't be ridiculous." Ammy huffed, tossing his head. His shaggy white hair hung in his face rather than be tossed out of it. Oh well.

"Many women are unhappy if they are displeased with their bodies in some way. I intend to make sure that is not the case." Yes, this was the most brilliant idea he'd had all day, why do you ask?