Seireitai, Ninth Divison

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Rangiku finds herself lurking in the Ninth Division halls and curious no less. After speaking with Renji earlier, the woman is more curious about what went on. Luckily, the vice captain was also looking to speak with her

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Hisagi emerges from one of the washing areas, hair still damp and spiky, neatening the badge on his arm. He catches sight of Rangiku across the crowd -- to be fair, his eyes go to her face rather than her bosom -- and raises an arm in salute. "Matsumoto-fukutaichou!" he calls. "Good to see you!"

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She startles only slightly and turns. After she gives him a once over with a quirked brow, she smiles. It's a rather secretive little smile filled with a woman's secrets. It morphs into her usual one easily enough at his greeting. "Good afternoon, Shuuhei. I hear you have something to discuss with me?"

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He coughs. "Ah. Yes. I'd like a word with you, Matsumoto-fukutaichou . . . in private, perhaps? Nothing too serious, just hoping to discuss a little problem that you and I might have in common."

He's almost too flippant about it, but there's something very serious to his eyes.

[never_after]

She has to wonder if this is personal private or work private. Rangiku's smile matches his as she nods. "Of course. Lead the way."