[Early Sunday morning (well, early for Rangiku, meaning around 10am) one lieutenant leaves the relative discomfort of her apartment for the solitude of the forest. When she starts feeling like she belongs in the 11th, she knows it's time to do something. Since getting drunk is out of the question, damn it all, and Momo is looking too fragile to
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That sounds like---
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He's got big brown eyes, right? And a lot of fur to stuff your face into? He might have a saddle strapped to his back or something? He normally does at least---
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And she isn't pleased at the distraction. Ignore it and hope it goes away or go through the bother of getting up and investigating?
/ignore...
/ignore...
/ignore..--alsk;djfas;lkfdja;lskdjf] How is anyone supposed to concentrate with all this noise!
[Shifting now to peer around the tree.]
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Hn?
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Oi. If you're going to be so loud, find another tree.
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