( plops back onto the wooden floor, Alert and Scandalized. the plan worked. all thoughts of kyoraku and paperwork and rangiku's drinking problem have been blown out of his head. )
Yyy... you weren't sensitive when you... smushed me in like that..!!!
[ A prompt dropping of her superior, melodramatic pout jutting out her lower lip. ]
Fine, fine. You didn’t have to yell, sir. I’m sensitive, you know. . .
( h. ah. are his ears still red, on account of being fresh out from rangiku's daily ragebait session, )
Perhaps so. Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine, really.
More importantly, I'd like to ask about Hinamori.
( now hold on. HOLGDDHHD ON!!!!!!!! toshiro doesn't have time to scream, mouth shutting as soon as it opens, wary of inhaling a Lungful of boob—— )
( muffled ) matsumoto! what are you doing?! let go—— let GO
[ Such thoughts are blasphemous, and in order to ensure he doesn’t remember thinking it, she’s grabbing him in the most suffoCATING HUG. ]
You’re right. This is much better.
💢 Knowing you, you'd find a way to have a wine barrel attached at your own funeral...
at the very least, stop getting hisagi and kira drunk! You know they don't hold their liquor as well as you do!