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Log, Ongoing.
When: Sept. 3, afternoon-ish
Rating: PG!
Characters: Matsumoto Rangiku [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
10thdiv_haineko] and Asato Tsuzuki [saccharine_end]
Summary: Rangiku shows Tsuzuki the goods.
Log:
For once in his life, Tsuzuki was punctual.
Though rarely late for most things, he even surprised himself with the speed at which he readied himself to leave, wandering out of the apartment building and down the street. Surely he would have gotten lost had it not been for the (somewhat vague) description given to him by the woman he was supposed to meet. But he hadn’t, and even that was a feat in itself.
And inside, Tsuzuki was excited. A new friend and pie, plus the location of a place capable of producing mass quantities of the sweet treats he undeniably loved. All at once! Surely no one could turn down such a thing, and he didn’t have that odd fluttering in his stomach about this person he had yet to properly introduce himself to. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a terrible thing after all, even despite Tatsumi’s severe reprimanding.
Pacing, Tsuzuki pulled his trench coat a little tighter and watched the sky, interested in the way the wind felt blowing through his hair, waiting.
Rating: PG!
Characters: Matsumoto Rangiku [
10thdiv_haineko] and Asato Tsuzuki [saccharine_end]Summary: Rangiku shows Tsuzuki the goods.
Log:
For once in his life, Tsuzuki was punctual.
Though rarely late for most things, he even surprised himself with the speed at which he readied himself to leave, wandering out of the apartment building and down the street. Surely he would have gotten lost had it not been for the (somewhat vague) description given to him by the woman he was supposed to meet. But he hadn’t, and even that was a feat in itself.
And inside, Tsuzuki was excited. A new friend and pie, plus the location of a place capable of producing mass quantities of the sweet treats he undeniably loved. All at once! Surely no one could turn down such a thing, and he didn’t have that odd fluttering in his stomach about this person he had yet to properly introduce himself to. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a terrible thing after all, even despite Tatsumi’s severe reprimanding.
Pacing, Tsuzuki pulled his trench coat a little tighter and watched the sky, interested in the way the wind felt blowing through his hair, waiting.
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"No wonder your power felt similar... I'm Tenth Division, but you're not one of us... well. Us, as in from where I'm from."
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“How…how many more? Are they here?” It was difficult to ignore the animated way he talked, drawing attention from the few who cared to look, and Tsuzuki smiled.
He couldn't wait to tell Tatsumi.
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"I knew there had to be other kinds of us, but I never imagined I'd meet one."
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Tsuzuki continued ignoring the dessert, even after Rangiku pushed it towards him. He merely commenced poking it, trying to rake in all the new information he’d just heard. Eventually, he managed to nod in response.
“Me, too. I mean…” Tsuzuki absently licked at the filling on his fork. “There are a lot of us in Meifu, but…” He shrugged, still unsure how to explain what he wanted to say. In fact, he wasn’t sure what it was he wanted to tell her.
“Uh….heh.” He ran his hand through his hair, smiling.
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"There's a lot of us in Seireitei, too... I'd love to find out how things are different for each of us... "
Her sake was forgotten in lieu of good conversation.
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“I was thinking the same thing!” And suddenly, as if remembering something, he frowned, rubbing at his chest. Briefly, Tsuzuki wondered why he thought of Hisoka before turning on his smile again. He didn't want to think about that now.
“You can’t read minds, can you?”
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She trailed off, wondering if she should be so easy with volunteering information.
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Tsuzuki forced a quiet laugh.
“Gifts? Some might think them worse than those curses you were talking about.” He wasn’t going mention that he was one of them…
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She blinked again, clearing away the haze before she smiled up at Tsuzuki. "I suppose it all counts on how you look at it. I know I consider mine a gift."
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His shikigami were restless again, and Tsuzuki had a difficult time suppressing the loud questions being directed at him in hopes to be answered. There was no way he was going to ask Rangiku that. In fact, he really didn’t have the mindset to ask her anything else, and he wondered why the café seemed so much smaller than it had been just minutes prior.
“I’m sorry. I…should probably be going now. Tatsumi might worry, and I didn’t leave a note.” Tsuzuki rubbed at his hair, feigning embarrassment, hoping the abrupt departure wouldn’t cause suspicion.
Of course, if it was one thing the shinigami had been born without, it was tact.