video ; August 31 ; un: matsumoto

[titillation]

[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]

Comments

text;

[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 ]

text;

[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.

text;

[reachingfangs]

You can come and tell Matsumoto that then

Besides, if I'm gonna have people crashin my place no matter what
Might as well have a few who thought an open invite was stupid

[ In other words: an ally. ]

Re: text;

[grandsparks]

[ Highly understandable. His heart goes out to someone else with a chaotic partner. ]

In that case, I'll be there.
How old?

text;

[reachingfangs]

Never really counted
Somewhere around 100 I guess

[ And, if the brief clip of him is anything to go by, he has a fantastic skincare routine for a centenarian. ]

[grandsparks]

[ ...

He really shouldn't be surprised. Amongst everything else in this place, why would a long-lived (presumed) human be that strange? ]

You must be getting real hard to buy for.

[reachingfangs]

Nah I ain't the picky type
Some food, some drink, a nice pair of shades
Don't need much else

[ A simple man with simple tastes, as it were. ]

[grandsparks]

[ It's a little scary how similar they are. He's pretty sure he'd give exactly the same answer. ]

Got it.
I'll stop by.

[ And that's all he'll talk - short and to the point as ever - before heading over to the party proper. ]