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When; November 7, evening
Rating; Not more than PG, I'm sure.
Characters; Ise Nanao (8th_bookworm) and Kyouraku Shunsui (pink_taichou)
Summary; Nanao's looking for a new 'lovely place'. Shunsui goes with her for 'protection'.
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Ise Nanao paced over to the window one more time, staring out into the dark city sky. There were lights visible, but she wasn't looking to them. Her attention was a bit higher. As she'd said, she was always ready. Granted, the large tome she usually carried around with her was left sitting on the table beside her bed, in hopes that it wouldn't be needed tonight; and granted, her hair wasn't pulled back as tightly as it had been earlier, even though she'd protest that obsevation should anyone make it out loud.

Still, she was all business as she waited for her captain to join her.

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He had told her he was ready.

He had told her he was only waiting for her.

It seemed now he would also look like a liar.

Captain of the Eighth Division of the Gotei 13, Shunsui Kyouraku, thought he'd give his Vice Captain some time to get ready. Fix up her hair and put a little makeup on, like any other woman. That would be his excuse, of course. The truth was he wasn't fully awake when he made that promise to help her find another 'lovely place'. However, that extra ten minutes was enough to help him feel very well-rested now. He calmly left his room and walked to their greeting room. What did humans call them again? Ah... the 'living' room.

"Oi, Na~na~o~chan!" He called out to her, adoringly as always. "You took such a long time getting ready that I almost fell asleep~!"

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The familiar voice made her glance back over her shoulder at him, silent eyes taking in his normally rumpled appearance. If she knew him, and she did, he'd been snoozing anyway, but she wouldn't tell him of her suspicions. Instead, she merely pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose as she turned to walk towards him. The motion made some of the looser hair slide free of her clips, tendrils falling to brush her shoulders.

She didn't stop to fix it, though. It wasn't her nature.

"I didn't take more than ten minutes, sir, if that much."

She was wondering why she left the book in her room, but now that he was there, she wouldn't go back to retrieve it.