Rangiku is like a cat: lazy and beautiful (decadenthonor) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-31 14:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, orihime inoue, rangiku matsumoto |
Who: Rangiku Matsumoto & Orihime Inoue
Where: Coffee Shop
When: a few days before no-talking started!
Rating: B for mentions of Boobs, L for Language :P
Status: COMPLETE
Rangiku was a little worried about the girl - people were taking advantage of her and she was so very much against that. Orihime seemed like such a sweet, eager to please girl that Rangiku knew it was going to be rough showing her how Americans really were. So she’d set up the meeting at the coffee. Maybe she could help her.
She was dressed nicely, a tailored shirt and dark jeans over boots. Unfortunately for all involved she really couldn't hide her boobs much. Even if it had been sweater weather, everything still fit like a glove. Long fingers, still sporting fading bruises, were curled around a mug of coffee, a sandwich on the plate before her, while she waited.
Orihime was like a happy little whirlwind of a totally busty girl, when she came through the door of the coffee shop. Clad in a pink shirt that did nothing to hide her own massive boobies and a knee-length suede skirt with little ankle boots, she looked both cheerful and comfortable. She was looking around with round eyes for the other woman on the valar net. It wasn't too hard to match a face with a photo from a website. So when she saw Rangiku, she raised one hand in the air and grinned while waving, not even paying attention to the fact that there were other patrons in there.
"Konnichiwa, Rangiku-san!" she exclaimed, weaving her way through the tables and almost tripping over a chair and losing her purse. She laughed sheepishly and apologized to the person sitting at that table, in Japanese, and then sat down across from Rangiku, with a 'phew!' like just getting through the room was running a gauntlet. Unthinkingly she said, still in Japanese, "Hee hee hee! I'm a little clumsy!"
Then she snapped out of it and shook her head, saying in sweetly spoken English, "Sorry. I am forgetting to say things in English some of the times! I'm not graceful. Like deers in head lamps."
Oh boy.
She smiled at the girl. Oh boy was right. “Konnichiwa, Orihime-san” she spoke with a smile, then replied to her in Japanese, she may have been raised in America but by Japanese parents. “It is alright, it happens to the best of us.” she tilted her head a bit.
“Are you more comfortable talking in Japanese?” she asked in english, before sipping her coffee. “And the phrase is “like a deer in the headlights”” she corrected gently, already starting to help the poor dear. She couldn’t HELP but like her.
“Are we sure I should allow you to have a hot beverage?” she teased.
"Hai!" Orihime exclaimed a little too exuberantly. She needed to brush up on her English, but she still liked the comfort of home, and hearing another person speaking her language was hugely comforting. She lapsed into it with the greatest of ease, and listening to her was like listening to someone chattering...albeit in the same sweetly spoken tone of voice. "I'm much more comfortable with it, but I need the practice. It's really hard getting the syntax right, so...."
She tried it in english, if only for a moment, "Deer in the headlights? OK!"
Then she gave Rangiku a thumbs up and a huge grin. Orihime was incredibly cheerful and might seem a little dingy. She was, sometimes, but she concentrated more on being happy to keep her spirits up and for all those around her.
It was back to Japanese in an instant, "Ohh yes, I think I'd like some coffee, too. I only spill it half the time! Sometimes on my drawings."
She laughed again, making a face like she was a bit of a cheeseball doofus, because really, she could be. And she knows it.
Rangiku slipped easily into Japanese, quite pleased to be speaking in it herself. “It’s a very different syntax than Japanese, that is very true. You’ll get there. Just take it slow and don’t rush yourself.”
The girl was hard to keep up with, that energy needed to be bottled and sold. “We’ll get you a half full cup.” she teased as she got up. “what would you like?” she asked, kindly, not wanting her to get up and trip over someone again. Girl was going to need to learn some balance.
"Umm...pumpkin spice caramel white chocolate peppermint cinnamon raspberry mocha, please? With extra whipped cream!" Orihime looked thoughtful. "Maybe they could fill the other half of the cup with whipped cream? Ooooo."
Rangiku smiled and walked to the counter, ever so carefully repeating the order, asking for a half of a large, with extra whipped cream. Then carefully carried the coffee back. “ Do not spill this, I really think we’ll start with some semblance of balance.” she grinned sweetly.
You can try and fail, Rangiku, for Orihime has not the balance. She was grinning happily at the coffee, which she took in both hands and brought up to her lips, to eat some of the whipped cream. When the cup lowered again, there was a giant blob of whipped cream on the underside of her nose, but she didn't seem to notice just yet.
"You're so nice, thank you. This is soooo good! The peppermint, cinnamon, and raspberry really go well together!" She stopped and blinked, wide-eyed, at Rangiku. Glob still there. Yep. "Um. So? What am I supposed to be doing except learning about the ways of men who are trying to get underwear from me?"
Better stick to decaff.
“You have whipped cream on your nose.” she said honestly and smiled. “We’ll start with that lesson, Orihime, because no matter how many men ask you to give them your bra or underwear, don’t do it. They’re perverted folk who mean you no good.” she was happily chatting away in Japanese.
“Other than that, welllll we’re gonna go with let’s make you friends who aren’t going to try to take advantage of you.” she already liked the girl. May as well give her a friend to talk to, to hang out with and to help her get used to America. Oh boy Rangiku, did you like challenges that much?
"OH!" Orihime nearly dropped the cup as she reached for a napkin, but somehow managed to do both things. She wiped off her nose and laughed at herself, because she felt like she had a huge case of the dumbs. That was ironic considering she got really great grades in school.
"I would like that, very much. Thank you! I will be your very willing student," Orihime said, not even lapsing back into English, and she was already looking up to Rangiku like she was some kind of hero to her. There was definitely something very big sisterly about her, and they both had big boobs, so that gave the other woman a better perspective on what to do and not to do. She hoped. "So how do I go make friends that aren't perverts?"
Rangiku watched in horror, waiting for her to spill the coffee on her. She smiled warmly, though, since she did already like her and it was amusing to watch nonetheless. “You okay there?” she asked, head tilting a bit.
No no Rangiku knew what to both do and not to do. Did she always follow those? Nooooo. but she could teach em. “For starters we need to get you a few shirts that show off your curves while keeping them under wraps.” not as easy as it sounded. She knew. “and show you the fine art of slapping until they lift their eyes to your face” of course a lot of it was verbal and she’d have to work on english with her, too.
Orihime stared at Rangiku like she was taking notes, without writing them down. It was a look of supremely intense D:
If Rangiku told her right then to use her boobs as a distraction, show so many inches of cleavage only, or gave her dating advice (which she will be asking for, hi), then Orihime was going to take it as Word of God(dess), since Rangiku looked like the kind of girl that men really went for, and she knew that the other woman was being totally honest with her. Because who else would recommend slapping someone until they looked at the face and not the boobage? Only one problem....
"I don't know if I want to slap someone. That sounds a little mean, Rangiku-san," replied Orihime in a teeny tiny voice. "I know how to karate chop them if they try to get in my pants though. Would that count? My friend, Tatsuki, taught me. She said I'm nearly a black belt!"
Orihime held up one hand like she came equipped with karate chopping action! Let her use it! Um...on criminals, she means. Not on random passersby, kthanx.
“You can merely threaten to slap them if they don’t look at your face. And if they get close enough to try get in your pants, and you don’t REALLY like them so much that you want them as a boyfriend, then they deserve a severe beating and not just a karate chop.” she folded her arms under her boobs (they really got in the way sometimes…. >.<). Rangiku had pretty stern views on someone forcing themselves or taking advantage of someone. They included beatings for offenses.
“The threat should be enough to get them to focus. You are not an object, Orihime, dear, don’t let them treat you as one.” she offered the girl a smile. “You’re a bright, if clumsy, young lady, who really deserves respect. What the boys who wanted your underthings for weren’t giving you respect.” she said sagely.
Orihime was staring at Rangiku with round eyes. She smiled and blushed a little to hear that, because she knew that was true, now that it had been pointed out to her.
“Thank you so much for your advice. You seem to know a lot about men! I won’t let people take advantage of me if I can help it. I promise! Umm...so...” She looked off to one side, pushing the tips of her index fingers together like she was suddenly unsure and embarrassed. “How do you know if someone really likes you? Because I like someone and I have for a very long time, since we were kids, but I never really told him.”
She laughed out of nervousness. Oh girl. Everything Ichigo does could be construed as him liking you but it doesn’t mean it’s true. That’s what makes it ongoingly funny.
"You're welcome dear. " She smiled her and leaned back in her chair.
"Well you could ask them. Or have someone else ask but a lot of the time they'll do more things for you without any reason. " She said lightly. Then a smile. "They also won't try to just get in your pants. They'll treat you right. "
".....!!!!" Orihime was keeping hope alive and she grinned brighter than the sun for a moment. She was sure that was what Ichigo was doing, like what Rangiku said confirmed it. She clasped her hands together really tightly because she was excited and flailing right now would send coffee and napkin holders and everything else on the table, flying all over the place.
Not the time or the place for a table flip, Orihime!
"I think there's someone I know who's like that, but I'll wait and see. And maybe make him something better than my spagetti noodle soup. It was really good though!" Sure it was. "I bet you have a lot of men that want to be your boyfriend, Rangiku-san. You must know a lot about dating, so I know you have given me good advice!"
She bowed her head to Rangiku like she was now her sensei. Oh good gods.
Rangiku blushed a bit at the near flailing and the happy praises. “Well then just try to express how you feel to him, too. Although if you want, you can tell him straight foward too” she had no idea what she was getting this poor girl into. “But sometimes they don’t like that. Either way I know you’;ll figure it out”. She blushed a bit more. “I have a lot of men who want to be with me but I’m already spoken for.” kinda. Whatever. Shut up, gin. You can just deal with it.
“Just take it easy and don’t rush things. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen. I promise.” she smiled at her new friend. Old friend. Whatever OC, just WHATEVER. Rangiku did NOT need a mini me running around but heyo got one anyways. Tehe.
"I don't know if he would like that," Orihime said a little slowly, still happy but looking and sounding a little hestitant. "His family is loud and it seems to make him angry. I better do things so he knows first, since that seems nicer and might make him happier."
She touched a finger to her chin and then nodded like YES, she would do that! Then it was on to the other part of what they were talking about, which was that Rangiku seemed like the sort of girl who was wise and experienced, but didn't let men take advantage of her! She is awesome and now is Orihime's hero. They can go be girly geeks together. (And do boobie buckets at the beach!)
"You do? Aww, I hope he's nice. I'm so happy for you!" And she looked genuinely happy for Rangiku, because that had to be the nicest feeling in the world, to be loved and swept off her feet and borrow eachother's manga and make sure they always have their fill of yummy foods, only half of which were totally edible. Or maybe 1/4th. "I bet he's cute. Is he really cute?"
“You’ll figure it out. You’re a smart girl.” she said with a warm smile. “If the family is loud, then be more subtle and quiet.” she sipped her coffee then and looked at her. The girls overwhelming enthusiasm was entertaining and a breath of fresh air.
boobie buckets for the win. She smile softly. “He’s sweet, and funny, and truly cares about me.” she said honestly, then a gentle shrug of her shoulders. “Of course he’s cute. I wouldn’t settle for any less.” she laughed softly and smiled again. “We’re kind of opposites but I think that’s what makes it work the best.”
"Awww! You're so lucky," Orihime said, "and they say opposites attract. That makes sense! So maybe you'll get married and run off to someplace exotic, like...Madagascar. And drink out of...I don't know if they have coconuts there? Whatever fruit cup things they have, I guess! Make sure whatever you’re drinking isn’t the catch on fire stuff, or your faces might burn off!"
..........................wut?
Rangiku’s face faltered for a second. Her heart breaking a smidge. Marriage. She could dream. “That would be fun, but we’ll see how it goes. It just started so we’ll see.” she said softly, not even trying to figure out what the hell all that was a bout. Sometimes it was better left unsorted out.
She didn’t like headaches all that much.
Orihime had sat there for a moment, the happiness wearing off quickly when she saw that one minute change in Rangiku's expression and afterward really listened to what she said. She wrung her hands together in her lap, her eyes large and sad. It was almost like she felt it herself, or at the very least, she knew how something like that might feel. It sounded...lonely. The sort of lonely that can happen even when around friends. Where no one else understands and on the surface, they think everything is fine when it really isn’t.
Proving she also wasn't some dumb redhead with big boobies, she very tentatively said, "I'm sorry? I think I said something wrong. I really am happy for you and I'll also hope for the best." She seemed worried when she finished in a hushed whisper, "You looked a little sad for a second...and...."
At a loss for words, Orihime stood up suddenly (only bumping the table a little bit), rounded the table in an instant, and gave Rangiku a hug that nearly sent them both flying onto the floor. It was being done as though that might fix it or make it better, somehow. All that Orihime knew was that Rangiku looked like she could really use a hug and so she gave her one.
“Do not apologize, dear. It is not your fault.” she smiled softly. “I was sad. It’s alright. It’s nothing that I can’t handle.” Although she nearly toppled over with that hug. She linked her arms around the girl and returned the hug. It was a lonely feeling, knowing the person she loved with all her heart was too sneaky, too protective, too whatever to admit to the world he loved her , too. But she knew it’d work out in the end. It would, she knew it.
But she liked the girl and didn’t want her worrying about her. “Don’t worry yourself over it, Orihime, I will be fine. I promise.” she hugged the girl back, again. Eyes flicking up to the stares they were getting. Boobs. Lots of boobs. And they had every male’s attention in the room. Damn men.
“Ok, Rangiku. I’ll try,” she said, while giving Rangiku a much needed cuddle. That didn’t help with the smushage of breastages.
Nosebleeds were being had, that day. So many nosebleeds.