video ; August 31 ; un: matsumoto

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[The video starts, showing a curtain of blonde hair, and the sound of foot steps tapping on the ground, striding toward a building. It's a flash of a building, which clearly shows where she is heading, before the angle shifts a little, and surprise, it's a rather ample cleavage that bounces in to view. It holds there for some times as the creak of a front door and footsteps on the ground again, before it tips again to the floor.

There's a soft humming from her as she strides forward until there is a pause, and it is clear that Rangiku is in front of a door. Only now does she raise the feed to her face. There is a slight Cheshire cat curl on one side of her lips. Is she up to something? Well, she usually is...]

Oi! In case anyone didn't know, today is Renji's birthday, so you better wish him a good one.

[And now the feed flips to the door, which she gives a loud hard knock on, several times.]

And by that, I mean party at his place, eh? So get your asses over here.

[ A yawning, bleary-eyed man answers the door, long red hair tangled and hanging over his face. He has a loose pair of pyjama pants on, tiger-striped, and not much else. He squints, rubbing at his face. ]

Matsumo—

[ The slow-forming words stop as his eyes track from Rangiku's face to the device in her hands. ]

Wh— [ Renji's face flushes, the red of his cheeks matching his hair and turning his whole face monochromatic. ] What the hell, are you recordin' this?!

[ Worse, actually, but he's a little slow on the uptake. ]

See! He needs all the wishes he can get!

[A titter of laughter and a wink given to the camera, before she cuts the feed.]

[ooc; either Rangiku or Renji will respond here. If you want to log coming to visit (or snoop), there is a log here]

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[reachingfangs]

[ Renji squints harder, then shakes his head. His mind is only just catching up with the fact that Rangiku is here, at his doorstep, and sticking a camera in his face at the ungodly hour of past noon. For reasons he cannot even begin to fathom. ]

...Were you talkin' to someone?

[ Okay... very slow on the uptake. ]

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Hmm?

[Be distracted by the invasion of personal space, and if he's not quick enough, he's getting a peck on the cheek.]

Happy birthday~

[And know what? She didn't actually come empty handed... Although she certainly didn't bring enough for a hoard. There's a gift bag and a paper bag with some cupcakes.]

action ▶ renji, rangiku, keigo? (*๓´╰╯`๓)

[reachingfangs]

[ Renji is never quick enough when it comes to Rangiku, and a pink rises to his cheeks as she gives him a swift kiss. His hand is quick to rub at his face, feeling the heat on his palm. ]

Th-Thanks, Matsumoto-san.

[ The hand not currently occupied with trying to cover his flushed expression extends to relieve Rangiku of her presents. Because y'know. What, is he gonna say no? Of course not. On the other hand, though... ]

But, uh, I dunno if now's a great time.

[ He glances down the hall, towards his bedroom. Really... really sure it's not a great time, actually. ]

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[grandsparks]

[ Yeah, look...the cleavage might have stopped him from scrolling past. Especially when it held there for awhile. He is, in the end, only a man.

His own expression slowly shifts as the video continues. It's not hard to see the scheme going on here. If only for the poor guy getting all this sprung on him, he feels he should speak up. ]

...you sure you should be sending an open invitation out like that?

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[reachingfangs]

[ Ah a sympathetic soul. Renji would show his exuberantly grateful face to this kind man speaking up for him, and all self-professed curmudgeons the world over, but he's too busy also arguing with Rangiku/looking for plywood to barricade his home.

So text it is. ]

THANK you!!
NO SHE SHOULDN'T

But y'know what just for that
You're actually invited

[ SEE RANGIKU... THIS IS HOW PARTIES WORK. By trading pity for a stranger for access to alcohol ]

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[grandsparks]

[ Hey, it's how he's been invited to most parties in the past. One curmudgeon looks out for another. ]

Really?
Figured a birthday's a private affair.

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[Blink blink innocently.]

Why? You gonna rob him or something?

[grandsparks]

Someone might.

[ But then, she hadn't shown the address or anything, had she? Just a brief flash of the house.

He might be overthinking it. ]

You don't know who'd show up.

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[sheisthewind]

[It's been a while since she's spoken to Renji, but she'd gotten along with him. Plus, she approves of the mischief.]

Do you have some gift suggestions for him?

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[reachingfangs]

Yeah I got one.

[ If he's allowed, anyway. ]

Use that fan of yours to blow people off my balcony.
Also hey, how're you

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[sheisthewind]

Can they walk on air like you can? If not, I suspect that would be frowned upon.

I am well. Happy birthday.

[Video]

[titillation]

Well~ He likes sunglasses and Futsal. Can't go wrong with a drink either.

[But see! She is kinda behaving... She doesn't suggest sake, yet.]

Oooor, some tops since he appears to be lacking. Although that's not really something to complain about, ne?

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[sheisthewind]

What are his favourite kinds of food?

[Read as: she does not have faith in Renji's ability to scrounge up food for a party.]

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[shesgotguts]

[it might be renji's birthday, but milly got the gift— she's got a doppelganger, and she couldn't be more pleased with her. still there's other things to focus on, like birthday boys, and parties planned, the latter possibly crashed. her feed starts much like rangiku's ended, with a laugh and a full view of cleavage that quickly makes its way to a smiling face.]

Happy birthday, Renji! I hope it's the best one ever.

Are you missing anything for the festivities? I'm more than happy to help with whatever you need. Flowers, decorations, cupcakes, several bottles of wine... whatever you need, I can do!

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[reachingfangs]

[ Oh no.

Rangiku is multiplying.

What clone no jutsu-dark arts-forbidden kidou is this?! ]

Thanks, miss
But please don't encourage her.

[shesgotguts]

but its your birthday! dont you want to have everyone celebrate a day about you?
can she be convinced to have something for you thats more... subdued?

[if rangiku is just like her, then the answer is "absolutely not".]

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The more the merrier, right! I haven't raided his fridge, so I don't know what's actually in it... Probably left-overs.

[shesgotguts]

Left-overs would be acceptable for a party of one, but we can do better than that. What does he like? Is he a sweet or savoury kind of guy? Red or blue? Chocolate or vanilla? Introvert, extrovert, spontaneous, planner... I just want to know what exactly I'm walking into, and how I can help you!

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[rotating]

[ Nothing about the scene that unfolds surprises Rukia, but still, she decides to offer her condolences for Rangiku because she'll need it.

But she would be lying if she said she didn't have a similar thought of visiting Renji. Maybe not with such an open invitation to others; but at least it wasn't her idea, so win-win. ]

He's going to kill you for that.

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[reachingfangs]

He definitely is.

[ Except not because Renji ain't the hitting girls type and Rangiku... well, somehow she always gets away with these things. (Somehow.) ]

[rotating]

[ Hah. Maybe this will be more entertaining than she thought. They both know Rangiku would drag him through the streets before he could even attempt anything in retaliation. Her smirk can practically be heard through her typed response. ]

Well, at least wait until after your party, birthday boy.

[titillation]

Eeeeh? But it's his birthday, and he should celebrate it!

[Pft. She's managed to hang shopping bags on his antlers. It's good.]

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[failed_antichrist]

I think I know that guy! [Setsuna peers curiously at the screen.]

If nothing else, you owe me some booze just for being weird! [Have some flailing!]

I'll be there.

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[reachingfangs]

[ Ah... that pretty boy from the caverns. Hard to forget a face like that. ]

Are you even old enough to drink, kid

[titillation]

Hey! It's not my fault my boobs make you blush.