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Vampire Graves and his Vampire hunter thrall Ghost 😈💖 it’s so spicyyyyyy. Unrequited love?
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Vampire Graves and his Vampire hunter thrall Ghost 😈💖 it’s so spicyyyyyy. Unrequited love?
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On Patrol (closed rp for Graveghost)
Patrol duty, probably the one thing Matsumoto hated as much as paperwork, worse off patrol in Hueco Muendo. She was alone on this patrol, working a sector that little ever happened in. With most of the Espada dead, and the few renaming Arrancar scattered to the winds what was the point? Or better yet what was the point for a vice captain to have to patrol the areas? This watch could not end soon enough for her. All she wanted was a good strong drink and a bath to get the sand out of everywhere.
her personals were in a pouch on the desk opposite. her sword next to it. "Those are yours. You can use my phone if you want..." he obviously hadn't Looked through her personal belonging out of respect for her privacy. "You uh... in the army or something? I don't recall having seen a uniform like yours before..."
"I am part of a special military unit yes, but I am not at liberty to discuss anything further. And thank you, but I would rather use my own, matter of security." She ran her hands across her body, checking her injuries before grabbing her breasts and readjusting them, not caring the man was standing right there.
He'd disappear throguh the door and come back with some green tea. "Looks like you're healing ok... Wanna stay for a couple of days? I don't mind it. Just think you should rest for a couple of days to heal bettter."
"I really need to contact my captain..." She groaned as she finnaly got into a seated position. "He is going to think I am slacking off somewhere...."
"Well i'm not gonna tell anyone. Would you care for some tea Matsumoto-San?"
"That sounds divine." she began to try and push herself up into a sitting position again, gritting her teeth at the pain.
He handed her the note. "This was stuck in my mail slot..."
She took the note and groaned, "Morons couldn't even get the ransom note to the right people? Now I'm really embarrassed. How could I have let those baffoons get the jump on me? Oh if they find out about this at the Squad, Taicho won't ever let me live it down."
"A pleasure Miss Matsumoto." he bowed. "I am Grave."
"That is an odd name. So Mr. Grave, how did you find me? I was sure those heathens were going to kill me." She whined.
"I was gonna ask who the hell you were actually..."
"Well aren't you cute, save a girl and don't even know her name." the woman smiled. "Matsumoto Rangiku."