“Pfft–you abducting me? I was expecting I’d be the one to carry you home~” she teases, shooting the waiter a grateful smile when he returned with their chosen drinks. Rangiku swirls the wine around in her glass, attention focused upon Askin as he speaks.
The mention of Cang smiling causes a smile of her own to come forth, a stack of books in her desk at the office demanding to be delivered to him–as she had promised, of course. She’s not persay close to the young Quincy–not how close she is to Askin–but she’s come to care for him in the aftermaths of war.
“Ah, remind me to stop by one day and drop off those books I have for him–” a pause to sip wine, a pleased hum escaping her lips, “–can’t let him die of boredom in that apartment, after all.”
“He almost broke your arm?! The brute! The ugly brute!” she cries, nearly spilling her wine in her distress. “He didn’t tear your shirt, did he? Yves Saint Laurent is expensive!”
Askin’s casual attitude sometimes bothered her but, then again, who was she to talk? She was as carefree and casual as he was, if not more so.
The attention shifts, now turning it’s focus onto her and she beams. However, she has a reputation to uphold and she takes a calming sip of her wine before she begins, a charming smile slipping it’s way onto her lips.
“Your favorite lady’s been well–dying from never-ending paperwork but that’s the usual. Ah, the captain’s fine! Grumpy like he always is but he’s a good and fair captain, no doubt about it. No current drama going on but you know the Seireitei–something’s bound to happen soon~”
While what Rangiku said was clearly a joke, Askin wasn’t opposed to the idea. Being carried home by a beautiful woman? Hell, he’d be an idiot to pass that up. Brief nod of thanks was given towards the waiter, the man flashing a small smirk at him before he’d leave their table.
“Sure thing, a~aaand it’s already goin’ into the memory bank,” he assured her while lightly tipping his glass from side to side. “Boom. It’s just that easy. I’m sure he’ll be so glad t’see me.”
Truthfully, he hadn’t been expected such a strong reaction from Rangiku, but... ah, he supposed he couldn’t blame her. Chuckling, he shut his eyes and took a brief sip of his wine.
“Nah, nah~ Didn’t tear anythin’. I let him get pretty far before I decided enough was enough.” It’s easy to assure her, he finds, especially when he’s telling the truth. He did, after all, let the guy get pretty close to actually hurting him before he turned it around. Getting into a brawl with a reckless man like Bazz-B? Well, it wasn’t as bad as it sounded. “I wouldn’t have felt it anyway~”
And just like that-- the topic’s been dropped.
It’s just as much as Bazz-B deserved anyway.
“Aw,” he very nearly cooed at her, clearly feeling some amount of sympathy for her plights, “ya can always invite me over ‘nd maybe I’d help ya kick yer ass into gear. That sounds fun for everyone involved, doesn’t it?” He paused to steal another sip. “Ol’ shorty’s doin’ good, though? Great. As long as his face ain’t gettin’ stuck like that then all’s well.”
“Hmm. You’re not kiddin’ there, though.”
He smirked and canted his head, as if saying “c’mon. spill the beans.” to her. Oh, what was the word...?
“... Okay, so tell me then... How’s yer man doin’? I’ve been dyin’ t’know, especially since ya been keeping him a secret.”
Oh! Oh, yeah. He knew it.
He’d entice her.
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