Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies, ashes to ashes, we all fall down. [COMPLETED]

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Character(s): Matsumoto Rangiku, Ichimaru Gin, Kurosaki Ichigo, Kuchiki Rukia, Zaraki Kenpachi, and anyone else at the Morem o Lisboa who might want to join in.
Content: Ran checks up on Gin, and quite possibly courts trouble. Ichigo having chatted with a certain Rukia through the network, decides to go downstairs to meet her at the lobby. Kenpachi, on the other hand, is enjoying the fact that is he is dry and indoors.
Setting: Morem o Lisboa [M4].
Time: Thursday really early morning.
Warnings: Gin, Kenpachi, Ichigo and Aizen -- in one room.





Ran set her hand against the wall and sighed softly, feeling fatigue slowly sinking in. The day had turned out longer than she had hoped, and the opportunity for some real shut-eye was still just beyond her reach.

She sluggishly descended down the steps, fully aware that she was going to check to see if he was still lingering outside. Halting for a moment, she wondered if it was even wise to actually sate her curiosity.

It was now nearing roughly three hours past midnight -- roughly three hours since she'd snuck him some leftovers. After their little encounter she'd slipped back into the hotel to distract the kitchen staff with a little bit of conversation as she pocketed half a loaf of bread and some hard-boiled eggs under the counter. She gone back out shortly, with the random excuse of having dropped something. The last thing she remembered was handing the edible items over to Gin before promptly heading back inside to see to her own comforts: a bath -- a long, warm one under the shower spray wherein -- no, she did not cry.

She set her hand on the handle and paused, attempting to convince herself that it would only be an empty alley way. Gin would be gone, as always, with only the shadows left behind.

Still.

It couldn't hurt to look.

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Rangiku sighed and leaned her head against the door, fisting her hands just to get a hold of herself. The damned things wouldn't stop shaking, and truth was, she could swallow properly either.

Sitting outside in the rain had been a bad, bad, bad idea, but it was useless now to contemplate over her not-so-well-thought-out actions. Gin was outside and closing the door on him wasn't going to make him go away. The baka was in Paixao, and it was justhis (and hers -- though she wasn't going to say that) bad luck that Zaraki and Kurosaki were too.

Thank God taicho isn't. Rangiku thought wryly, her breath a shudder when she expelled it. Glancing down at her soaked clothes, the shinigami sighed. After all that effort into calming herself with a good hot shower, she'd only gotten herself drenched all over again. Transferring her weight back to her feet and off the door, the Vice-Captain decided that it wouldbe best for her to head up to change (again) before coming back down to request for the inventory at the lobby.

Once she'd avoided paperwork entirely due to her dislike of the task. Right now, however, she figured the monotonous quality of tallying what was and what was not in stock would actually help her hands to stop their shaking.

Quietly she walked towards the service stairwell and concentrated on the thought of drier clothes.

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No response came from the other side of the door. That definitely called for some thought. Again, part of him wanted to go after her and ask her a zillion questions, but now he was wondering if that would be such a good idea. Well, at the very least, he could go in and try to make it up to her. Try was the key. Whether or not she would listen was another story entirely. Gin frowned for a moment, before forcing his lips to curve up, even if just slightly. He gave a light push to the door and walked in. Warm air hit him in face, it certainly felt much better than the weather outside. His footsteps were light as he snuck through what seemed like the kitchen. There were other Shinigami around, he could sense their purposely masked reiatsu. All of the spirit energy seemed familiar, but since they were masked, he couldn't pinpoint exactly who was nearest.

A thin hand reached out towards the counter to balance himself, and to help the ex-captain gain a sense of his surroundings. Gin caught a glimpse of wavy blonde hair before it shifted out of sight. His steps picked up in speed, though he still tread lightly. Not that walking softy was very tough, his miniscule amount of body weight was actually useful in sneaking around. Opened green eyes saw the familiar blonde again, she was about an arms' length away. He just about reached his hand out to catch her by the shoulder when he heard a voice. A soft breath drew in.

The voice was gravely, teasing, familiar. No, not just one voice. One was softer.

Zaraki.

And surprisingly, Rukia.

((OOC: SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY. T_T I got caught up in KHII (which I beat <3) and some English work. :< ))