Ichimaru Gin is a fox-faced bastard (fox_face) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-03-21 01:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gin ichimaru, rangiku matsumoto |
Who: Gin Ichimaru, Rangiku Matsumoto
What: A memory of the past from their canon setting. In which Gin wanders back home, bearing gifts...and starts Rangiku down the road of sake-obsessed alcoholism.
When: This rainy day log was written in December, iirc.
Where: Soul Society (the world of the dead)
Rating: Lowish. Drinky happens but it’s snuggle cute.
Fall was setting in, in the North Rukongai. It was time to harvest the persimmons, which took up a lot of Gin's time. Drying them would take up even more. But around his daily chores and tasks he did around the little run-down house he lived in with Rangiku, he often wandered off to other places. The farther away he wandered off - without telling her - the longer it took to come back.
Gin was a bit of a mystery. He cared for Rangiku, but he was often alone. The only person he had ever talked to on a regular basis, was her. And when he wandered off without a word, it was to sell something he had found during his many walks alone, or to buy some string to hang the persimmons to dry them out, or to bring back rice or little gifts to her. Such was the occasion this time, when he walked down the barren little path to their meager little house.
He came bearing gifts, at least, so maybe she wouldn't be so angry or upset. When he brought things for her, she smiled, and seemed to forgive him. When he didn't or he forgot, she was angry or upset. So even if it was a rock shaped like a monkey's butt, at least it was something.
Even if she threw that rock at his head the time he tried to give it to her, at least she smiled. Even if it looked like her teeth were gnashed together behind it.
Rangiku loved the fall - she loved the persimmons, she loved how pretty everything was, but he always seemed to leave her longer in the fall. He left her, randomly, with no word, throughout the year, of course. But fall often drove him further away, either for the things he needed or whatever it was he did. She hated him every time he left her.
Of course, partially because she suddenly had to try to keep their little place all together. She was NOT a good housekeeper, heaven forbid she ever be left in charge too long. It was because she found herself as the days drew by when he was gone forgoing chores to sit in the doorway and watch for him to return.
And more often than not she’d fall asleep leaning on the doorway, slender fingers curled around her arms, head resting against the doorframe, blonde hair getting tousled by the breeze. She looked forward to his return every single time he left her. They hadn’t been living together for a crazy amount of time, enough of course to know each others little house-hold quirks, but it was long enough for her to be addicted to the joy of his return.
For him, autumn meant winter was coming, and there were things to do. It was cold, it would snow a lot there, and without enough wood or dried things to eat or cook with, it would be a miserable time. Even if it was pretty to look at, it wasn't pretty if one was cold or hungry. He didn't want Rangiku to go through that, even if he had a tendency to roam outdoors...even if it was at shorter distances.
So when he came into view, there was a large bundle on his back, and both hands were holding onto the opening of the sack, over his shoulder. He was smiling the moment he saw home...it was sometimes a little weird to think of it as that...and he dropped the parcel onto the front steps, calling out, "Oh Ran~gi~ku. I'm back."
It was never 'I'm home' or anything of the sort. It was always 'I'm back'...because it only hinted that he was back for this one time, and home had too much weight to it. Someone was expected to come home. He couldn't bring himself to say those words, because he was leery of breaking whatever lucky spell had happened to him, when he found Rangiku and brought her there, to take care of.
Rangiku loved winter, too. She loved the snow. And how pretty everything was. Rangiku from early on loved beauty. Simple beauty was her favorite, but she liked all things beautiful. She wasn’t a big fan of being cold but sometimes she’d forget and sit out under the trees in the snow and just look around. It was beautiful.
She loved hearing him call her name like that. Loved hearing him call for her, period. She didn’t even know why but having him meant she felt safe and before this whole home thing? she’d never felt safe. And when he left she felt moments of wariness, worry that something was going to happen and when he finally came back it was like a weight was lifted from her shoulders.
She came around the corner, him leaving her alone for days or longer meant she figured out quickly how to cook, so she had a bowl of rice in hand, a mid-afternoon snack, as he came home. “Oh, Gin!” she said brightly, “I was getting worried!” she only worried when he was gone for longer than normal. “What did you get this time?” she canted her head, sending curls of blonde bouncing over her collar bones.
His smile split into a grin at the sight of her. She was prettier each time he looked at her and now was no exception. Although he missed her when he was gone and wondered how she was, the full weight of how much he missed her didn't fall on him, until he had been gone for hours, days, or even a week or two...for once or twice, he had disappeared for that long.
"Ah yeah, you were worried? Wha' for?" he asked, and then saw what she was holding. "Ya managed ta cook? You're gettin' better an' better at it or is it one big rice glob again?"
He liked teasing and getting a rise out of her. She might throw the rice glob at him.
She liked his smile. And his grin. While he thought she was prettier every time he looked at her, she thought he was growing into his limbs and it made him handsome in her eyes. Not that she really understood that feeling but it brought a smile to her lips.
“Always worried about you when you go out, silly.” she said with a smile that quickly turned into a glower. “catch and tell me what YOU think.” she did throw it at him, but at least it wasn’t a glob this time. It was actual honest to god edible rice. That splatted on him.
“Made soup earlier.” she said with a high and mighty tone of voice and a small hmph.
He was getting taller, even if he was a skinny kid. The height was something he was growing into so he didn't look so gangly, just like she was starting to fill out in places he never even considered existed on girls.
To help simmer her temper down, Gin held out one hand and - for comedic effect - it was held out so the rice glob missed and landed dead center on his chest.
"...at least ya didn't throw the soup. It'd probably land the same as the rice did. Sticky." He had tipped his chin down to stare at it, still grinning. He even picked a piece off, pinching it onto his fingertip, then put it into his mouth. Surprisingly, it wasn't too bad. "Huh. It ain't made you sick so I guess it's safe. Ya got more?"
She rather liked his height. It was amazing watching him grow, as if things had begun to blossom once she arrived. Rangiku was filling out faster than expected, and poor girl was going to have ample amount of curves. She was already starting to curve out, and her long hair was getting longer and softer.
Rangiku glowered at him.as the rice hit him dead center in the chest. She gritted her teeth as he commented on the soup. “It was like actual SOUP you idiot!” she huffed at him in annoyance. then looked at him.
“I do have more but I don’t know if you deserve it.” she said with her head up, eyes bright.
"I dunno. Maybe I'll keep everythin' in this big ol' bag fo' myself," he said a little too cutely, eating another glob of rice off his own chest by scraping his fingers there, then sticking them in his mouth. He moved to grab hold of the top of the bag he had lugged from hell only knows where, and used a foot to slide open the door. He started to drag it in and it sounded heavy, indeed.
"So many things," he said, rubbing it in a little bit, "an' it's all fo' meeee."
“Giiiiiiiiiiin” she dragged out as she stared at him, arms folding under her chest, blue eyes sparkling. She whined at him “Not fair not fair you big ole tease!” she huffed again then bounced off her toes and pounced trying ta get to the bag herself. If he was going to be like that, she was going to try to get at it.
Blonde strands went everywhere as she moved, flashing through a beam of sun and illuminating her face for a moment before she locked on to the bag. “Gin pleeeeeeeeease” she had the patient of a gnat.
"Nooooooope," he teased, still trying to drag it inside. The same sunlight that turned her hair golden fell across his own hair, so it shone a brilliant silver-white for a moment, before he dug in his heels and really gave it a good drag, pulling both her and it through the door.
He landed with a thwump on his rear, before moving so he could crawl toward it...and toward her. He smiled at her, his eyes their usual happy half-moon shape. "Don't smash it all, sittin' on the bag like that. Go on, move yo' butt. Maybe I'll show ya."
He held out one hand to her, to help her off the bag. He liked holding her hand. He never said so, but he liked it, and he never let on that he did, because he didn't do it too often at all.
Rangiku watched the sun dance through his hair and got lost in it for a moment. What was this all about, anyways? She felt a wave of butterflies flutter in her stomach as she took his hand. They both had their secrets about the other, amusing as it was. “Are you calling me fat?!” she squeaked as she moved with his help, not letting go just yet, a lingering touch.
“Soooo what did you bring us, Ginnnnnn~”she drawled out as she finally let his hand go, a tiny splotch of red high on her cheeks once she realized she had still been holding on to his hand. She pouted at him. “please show me?” she was ready to go grab the rice and throw more at him if he didn’t
"Ya ain't no lightweight anymore," he told her, and it was only with reluctance that he let her hand go. He wanted to hold on for a few seconds, longer. Maybe next time. "I guess I can since ya said please."
He opened the big bag and dragged out some of the things that were on top of the rice he was able to buy for them both. The rice had kept things buffered a bit so nothing broke on the way home.
A couple of cups he had found outside of an inn, that had hairline cracks in them. Still good. Still had pretty handpainted flowers on them. Golden, like her hair. He set those aside and then pulled out a ball of string, a necessity, and then a folded piece of material, that was soft and silky. It was a dusky pink, with darker red flowers on it, and with a flick of his wrists, he had unfurled to show her a kimono for a young woman. It might not fit her yet, but someday? It would. He had to sew two sides back together on one sleeve, since it had a rip when he bought it for her. But it costed less and reminded him of Rangiku, as well as let him imagine what she might look like, in it. He was good at threading needles and not too bad at sewing, so it looked good as new. He spent a night or two by a fire, making sure it was just right.
He smiled like he was proud of himself and waited to hear what she had to say.
She looked at the cups and smiled brightly. “Oh they’re perfect!” she was overjoyed at the pretty cups. But her eyes went wide at the cloth he pulled out and unfurled for her. Her eyes sparkled and captured the sunlight as she moved to run her hands over the beautiful cloth. Fingers tracing the flowers as she looked up at him.
Her cheeks were red - this was the prettiest thing he’d gotten her yet. Slender fingers grasped it gently. “it looks a little big, but… should I try it on anyways?” she beamed at him, the kimono was beautiful, and she didn’t care that he had to stitch it back together. She didn’t even really notice. Before she took it to put it on, tackled him in a hug, arms wrapping around him. “This is beautiful.” her eyes shone - it was the prettiest thing she owned.
She let go of him, grabbing the kimono delicately and dashed off to change. A few minutes later she carefully made her way back to him. It didn’t quite fit, but it certainly would soon enough, he’d picked well.
He wanted to tell her that she was perfect, but words got stuck and all he could do was continue to smile at her reaction. Gin never really cried or blushed or anything of the sort, so he felt a little warm at the way she hugged him, but it never showed on his face like it did when she was angry, excited, or he had slipped her a sly compliment.
In fact, he was distracted while waiting for her to change into it, so that he was combing his fingers through the rice for a little corked and wax-sealed jug of something special (sake!) and a wooden bowl, when she came back out. Then he forgot about rice or bowls or even that he had his hand clawed in there, since it had stopped digging around entirely for any odds and ends.
"...ya look beautiful," he told her, blinking a few times because his eyes had opened to get the best unhindered look at her, as possible. Another year or so, and she would grow into it entirely, and look like someone from the noble houses. "I think I had a lil' haircomb in here, with a tooth or two missin'. Lemme find it."
If only he could stop staring. He better though, or she would slap him right out of his daze.
Rangiku was an open book, even then, every emotion showed on her face. Her eyes were expressive and sparkled in many different ways. She wore her heart on her sleeve and mean what she said, usually.
She toed the ground, blushing as red as the flowers on the kimono as he told her she was beautiful. “Do you think?” she was still blushing when she walked over to him and spun neatly on her toes, letting the material whisper over the ground as she smiled at him.
“Oh Gin this is the perfect gift. and a comb, too?” she blushed and smiled sweetly. “Please put it in if you find it, will you:?”
"Yeah, I do. Think so, I mean. Lemme try ta find it."
He dug through with both hands, careful not to spill the rice, even opening the bag enough to poke his head in so he could see what he was doing. After a minute or two he shook his head free of the bag and held up a carved tortoiseshell comb, missing a couple of teeth but still good enough to stay in place. Fine, it might go a little lopsided, but it was the thought that counts. He found it outside a building's window, and had taken great care to clean any traces of dirt from the etchings, wash it clean, and make sure it was dry. All before tucking it away into his hidden stash.
"Turn around, Ran-chan," he said, standing up and walking toward her. He didn't really ever get to touch her hair since it was some nearly sacred thing to him, as pretty as spun gold. "We'll pile it on up on yo' head so you can be fancy t'night."
If they didn't end up throwing rice or soup at one another, that is.
Rangiku looked down shyly. Sure, she was already confident and stubborn but she wasn’t quite to the point where she could take a compliment without feeling a little shy about it. She waited patiently, as patiently as she could anyways, for him to find it, she peered over his shoulder, watching him dig through their rice, eyes sparkling. He always spoiled her. It took away the sting of him going missing on her.
And she was so mad at him for leaving until he came home then it was melted away with a smile. He always was so genuinely happy to see her, how could she stay mad at him? she really couldn’t, not now anyways. At least not as long as he brought her gifts, then it was washed clean until next time.
She bit her lip and smiled. “ooh fancy huh?” she turned so he could get to her hair. She loved the color of it, she loved her hair - it was one of her best features thusfar in life. And she wanted to make it prettier. And that comb was going to do it. “You always find the prettiest things, Gin!” she smiled. Course that could also include her.
No no, they’d be fancy and beautiful while you know, throwing rice at one another.
It always included her, since she was the prettiest to him, above all else. She was his birthday present, and he never realized he was alone before he had her around to help take care of or spend time with. That was even though he wandered off. He always came back, because of her.
Before the rice slinging started, Gin combed his fingers through her hair, sweeping it up off the nape of her neck and trying to stick the comb in so it would stay put. It took a few tries, it was definitely lopsided, but it finally held. He patted his hands lightly on her shoulders and said, "There. Now ya look like you're from the Seireitei, all rich an' goin' shopping every day."
He often looked off in the direction of that place, when he could find a high enough hill to see it from.
Rangiku would be happier than a clam to know that it always included her. He had given her a birthday, he was her own birthday present. He had given her a chance to live, instead of nearly dying on the path like she would have eventually. Her beginnings here weren’t the brightest.
She closed her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair. Once he had it in place she straightened her shoulders and turned to smile sweetly at him. “Do you really think so, Gin?” she was beautiful with her hair piled up as it was, and that kimono on, the pink spots on her cheeks and that smile. It was a smile that could cause wars to be raged in her name.
“I love it all.” she said demurely at him, flashing him the sweetest of smiles.
"Yeah. Ya look real lady-like," he told her, and it was the truth. Of course, he had to follow that up with a joke, "For once. I expect you'll kick a hole in the wall again tryin' to kick me. Then I'll haveta go find some wood to patch it up."
To make sure she didn't try to kick him right then, he took a chance and did something he had wanted to do for a long time. Gin leaned in, and kissed her on the cheek, right where she was blushing.
For that kind of smile, too, he would wage a million wars in her name. Rangiku was that important to him. He was happy too that she liked the gifts.
She had in fact been ready to kick him through the wall. then he kissed her cheek and all she did was turn a darker shade of red, lips parted mid-sentence, ready to say something then it was stolen right out of her throat and off her tongue by the gesture.
Blue eyes were wide open, as if she wasn’t sure how to react to the kiss. Fingers lifted slightly, and ghost touched her own cheek, then she ducked her head into her shoulder, shyly, looking up at him through her already long lashes.
“Thank you” she said softly, for the kiss? for the gifts or the compliment? it wasn’t easy to tell, she was pretty sure her blush was hitting her collar bones. Rangiku LOVED the gifts. “I… I should see about that rice huh?” she stammered after a moment.
Gin went wide-eyed at her reaction, not sure what to think either. He really hadn't done that before, so he felt flustered inside, but was cool as a cucumber on the outside. Ok, fine, he was a little sheepish as he smiled and rubbed one hand against the back of his head, ruffling up his hair.
"Yo' welcome," he said with a little laugh in his voice, but he meant for all of it, including the gifts, the kiss, and her simply being her. "I could use some rice, as long as ya dinnit make no gut bombs with it."
She beat feet to get the rice. And by the time she returned, she was calm again, although her face was still colored. It colored every time she thought about it. And it was so new, so different, she couldn’t help it.
Rangiku sank to sit next to him, all pretty in her finery, not minding the fact she was sitting on a semi-dirty floor. She’d TRIED to keep up on the housework, but she was truly awful at it. “Here” she held out the bowl to him, not pulling her fingers away immediately. Curious to see how her stomach would react to his fingers against hers.
Gin had sat down already while waiting, since he was used to getting it, himself. He hadn't expected her to go bounding off for it, and didn't have a chance to tell her she didn't need to do that. He did notice he was going to have to sweep, which made him chuckle a little at her bad housekeeping skills. He liked that though. It wouldn't take much to clean up before bed, and it was worth it to see her so happy.
So worth it, that he wanted to see her happy all of the time. He never really saw her in his mind's eye as being sad when he was away. It didn't occur to him. Not really.
For now though, he stared at the bowl being offered to him, reaching out with both hands to take it from her. Of course, his fingers brushed over hers and maybe it was for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.
"Thanks, Ran-chan," he told her, making a show of looking around like he lost something, so he didn't have to meet her eyes in case she was staring at him funny. "Ya want me ta mush it inta ball and eat it, or did ya lose all the chopsticks while I was gone?"
Yep. There were the butterflies. She shivered softly , a good shiver really, before eyes opened wide. “Oh!” she squeaked and darted back to fetch the chopsticks for them. “I’m sorry!” she said as she settled down across from him, the world of awkward that was going on in this meager house was crazy hilarious.
Rangiku snuck glances at him while she fiddled with her own bowl, not really hungry anymore. More curious than anything, and Rangiku curious was a dangerous thing too. She was like a cat, she just had to find it out when she started on something.
She lowered her eyes to her rice and nibbled on a mouthful before looking up at him again, nervously.
"Thanks," he said and again, when he took them, fingers touched and he let them linger there even longer before breaking contact. That wasn't helping matters, really. He felt a little funny also, like his cheeks were tingling and it wasn't a feeling he was used to.
It was hard to see when he was sneaking glances, since he was all coiled up on himself like a content snake, happy to be in it's little burrow again after going out of hunting for things to swallow whole, so it's belly was full. Conversely, he didn't eat in a hurry, but took his own sweet time. He was watching her and wondering to himself why she looked so nervous, before it dawned on him that he had forgotten something important.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, although his voice wasn't ever anything that busted out into yelling. "Sake. Ya wanna try some? I always see grownups drinkin' it and they seemed to be having a good ol' time. So I asked some of 'em for a lil' bit and they thought it was funny. Got me some of the cheap stuff. Said to heat it up first, then drink it, otherwise it'll taste nasty."
He smiled over at her, not sure what that stuff was about, but he wouldn't mind finding out. It did look like fun. So what the heck.
She let her fingers linger against his as they touched. Then she looked down shyly again.
She moved easily and ate contentedly. She actually made GOOD rice for once. It had taken quite a long time to get to this point but she was glad she finally did. She was nervous because she wasn’t sure of what she was feeling in her gut. The fluttering of butterflies.
She perked up a bit “What is it?” she canted her head then smiled. “LETS!” Rangiku however got loud and excited when something interesting was going on. She giggled softly. “Warm it huh? Okay we can manage that. Like tea!” she grinned.
If she didn't know what she was feeling, he really didn't know. It was nice. That's all he could think about it. A little nerveracking but nice.
"I think so," he said, not really sure. It seemed to relax everyone that he saw drinking it, but it smelled a little strong. Maybe heating it made it smell better. He set his rice aside and crawled over to reach for the jug, dragging it back over to them and then moving on his hands and knees, forward, to grab the old kettle by the cooking fire. He peeked in to make sure it was empty and then dumped ALL of it in there, giving it a pat to make sure he got the last few drops.
Gin wrinkled his nose as he set it so it could warm up. "It's kinda stinky. All right, backta eatin'...since ya made somethin' that I can actually digest this time."
He grinned at her, cheekily, before trying to take another bite of rice. Since he might get slapped at.
She flung a few grains at him for the comment then sat back on her heels and smiled. They were too old for the cute 6 year old I LIKE YOUs.. neither having known each other then. Now it was awkward adorable because neither one of them had a clue. D’awww.
She finished her bowl of rice and looked up at him, a sad smile on her lips. “I should probably take this off and change, huh?” she didn’t want to but she knew that she’d just get it dirtier and ruined if she left it on.
Rangiku looked at the kettle. “Did they say how long?” she pursed her lips.
Not a clue was had from Gin, so it was pretty awkward cute. He was trying to sort out what it was in his head, that made him feel a little pukey, and he knew it wasn't Rangiku's rice.
"Only if ya wanna? I think ya look pretty and I'll end up washin' our clothes anyway." And mending them. Drying them. Putting them away. Things he liked doing while he was around, so he didn't mind it if it got a little bit of dirt here and there. "I think they said ta warm it but not boil it. Here, I'll check."
He touched the side of the pot for a second and grabbed a scrap of cloth so he could hold the handle without it burning him.
"It's hot 'nuff. Ya wanna grab those glasses and I'll pour it?" he asked.
She blushed again at his compliment, pretty! he thinks i’m pretty! her inner-self went as she nodded and moved to get them their new cups.
“Alright here” she handed him their cup and sat back on her heels, Eager and curious about this new thing, too. She tucked a loose strand of golden blonde out of her eyes and grinned at him, playful and curious at the same time.
“How did you end up getting this anyways?” she hadn’t been paying attention, it happens. She looked up at him, eyes wide as she waited.
Ah she was blushing still when she sat down in front of him, and he almost poured the sake onto the floor. He stopped himself and made a show of making sure the cups were clean, peeking open one eye ever so sliiightly, and then pouring when he was satisfied.
"I had ta buy it. I think they thought it was funny, since it only cost a couple of kan," he explained, setting the kettle aside and picking up a cup to hold it out to her. The other, he took in his own hand. "They said you're supposed ta pour it for eachother but that's ok. You can take a turn next."
He smiled, ready to give it a try. It smelled better when it was warmed up, that's for sure, even if it still had an odd aroma.
She curled her fingers around the cup, stealing a touch as she did so. “Alright!” she grinned at him and lifted her cup. “Doesn’t matter what it cost, it’s a treat for us.” she beamed at him and looked down at her cup.
Rangiku lifted it to her lips and took a deep breath in. It smelled much better warmed, and she looked up at him over the edge of her cup. “Ready?” she wasn’t too sure about this but hopefully it’d be better than it smelled, right?
"Ready." He was thinking more that he had a newfound appreciation for the fleeting little touches of their hands together, than he had for sake. Which he hadn't ever tasted yet. He didn't even care if they were probably too young to drink it, either. It wasn't a concern, since they lived far enough away from everyone else. "Kanpai."
He took a tentative sip.
She smiled at him, a sweet smile, before she tilted her head downwards. “Kanpai!” she took a sip of the sake. Letting it mull over her tongue. The taste was different than anything she’d had before. And the warmth spread, it was lovely. The taste was strong, and made her cringe a little bit.
Then she giggled softly at him after swallowing. “It tastes better than it smells!” she exclaimed with a smile. She wasn’t sure so she took another sip, just in case, because she wanted to enjoy all the time she could with him. Besides playing at being adults was kind of fun.
Gin wrinkled his nose up like he thought it was as stinky tasting as it smelled. Rangiku seemed to like it though, so he gave it a second and a third sip, and it got better. It made him feel warm inside, and soon enough, his smirk had gone a little sloppy. No wonder some of the grown ups were so happy while they drank sake.
Gin went to grab for the kettle to pour a little more, while saying, "This' kinda nice. Innit, Ran-chan?"
Pretty soon, it would be Now entering Toastville: population 2. For they are still a bit too young to be drinking that. Gin. You bad influence, you.
And now we know where Rangiku’s obsession with Sake began. Bad Gin, Bad. All your fault.
She was giggly, which was good, and held out her cup for more. “Yep, it’s warming and delicious and heehee” yep. heehee was a good description but at the moment Rangiku can’t hold it. You know, first drink and all that. Woah boy, welcome to adorablesville, which is right after Toastville.
“You’re all smiley!” she beamed at him, her own smile a little loose and giddy looking.
He is never going to regret giving it to her, because hearing her giggle like that made his day. He poured her another cup and then some more for himself. That floor? It is not getting swept, tonight.
"I dun think I can help myself," Gin confessed, then pointed at her. "You're gigglin'. It's cute." He took a much bigger sip. It is a good thing that jug was a little jug.
She grinned at him. Chores were soooo not getting done. Nope nope. That was okay though. No harm done in a dirty floor.
"Oh?" She started to ask before he told her her giggles were cute. Que the blush again as She hurried to take another sip. Yep good thing It was a small jug.
"Yeah, m'sure of it. You should do tha' more oftener," Gin said with some pretty profuse nodding, his neck starting to feel like a overcooked noodle. He let it drop forward a little bit and smiiiiiled like he couldn't help himself, before he flopped his head back and drank all of it down in one go.
It's very good that it was a small jug.
She giggled, then. Not like she had much choice. She wasn’t very big, bigger than when he found her, of course, but still not all grown up yet. So the sake hit her pretty hard, pretty fast. And she eyed him draining his cup then stuck her tongue out at him and drank hers down in one go, before setting the cup down.
And giggling up a storm. Her cheeks flushed red from both the sake and the compliments. She went to stand up, to put her rice bowl out of the way, wobbled a bit and fell back over in a heap of silk and blonde hair. “Weeeee!”
"Ya fell on yo' butt. Ya ok?" Gin had to crawl over toward her, and kept crawling until he had invaded her personal space. He was grinning wildly, and patted a hand on her shoulder, lightly, a few too many times. "I'll help ya. Don'cha worry. Whacha need?"
She was in the middle of the silken pile, giggling up a storm as he crawled over to her. Her hand came up to steady herself on him, grinning. “I was just gonna..” blink, focus.. “put my bowl down.. i think.” she shrugged and giggled some more. She patted him on the shoulder, too, eyes sparkling.
"I'll help, ya jus' stay puts," Gin said, reassuringly, feeling like the entire shack was at an angle as he went to reach for the rice bowl. And faceplanted against her. Well that was nice. It was like when they slept next to eachother to stay warm when the nights were cold. Only this time, he was much more woozy in a good way. His voice was muffled as he told her, "Yep yep. Jus' gonna stay puts."
She tumbled backwards as he faceplanted against her. Warm. It was a comfy feeling. Part of her knew that winter was coming so she’d get to enjoy this more often. The thought made her blush something fierce as she wrapped her arms around him and just lay there sprawled out on the floor, wrapped up together. And she was wondering why it made her stomach do flips [not the oh god going to be sick, flips, the butterfly kind]. “Prolly for the best.” she muttered after a minute of laying there.
"When'd everythin' go a lil' sideways," he wondered, smushing his face against her...he's not even sure where, but his cheek is smushed there. He looks like a limp noodle. And to make matters worse, he was pawing one hand ineffectually in the direction of his empty sake cup. No he can not reach it. And he didn't want to move. Rangiku was warm and soft, and he liked it there. "Ya feel nice. Ya smell nice too."
Nothing fancy. She simply smelled like Rangiku, who liked to bathe whenever she could, and probably would do that even during the middle of a long dry spell with no rain.
“After … cup tow? two.” she giggled softly and cuddled him. His face against her collar bone, nestled into the soft spot at her neck. Comfortable and totally adorable. She nestled into the ground and stretched a foot to try and hook his cup and bring it to them. Not that it was doing much because she couldn’t see straight to save her own hide.
She laughed, a warm laugh, a little over giddy. “You feel nice tooo” she meant it too, it was such a nice feeling having him sprawled on her like this. And of course she’d take a bath in the middle of a dry spell with no rain. She might not soak her hair, but she’d bathe. She’d had enough of staying dirty as a small kid to last her a lifetime. “You smell like you.” she said sagely, or what she thought was sagely anyways. “I likes it!”
"I ain't stinky after walkin' that far?" he asked, voice muffled against her neck. Both arms went around her to hug onto her, like that might make things stop being so topsy turvy for a moment. That cheap stuff really packed a wallop on tummies that only had a little rice in them. He snuggled and smiled and said softly, "I likes yooooooooou."
Cutest drunk kinda kids, ever. You lightweights.
“You smell like youuuu” she said again and shrugged at him. “Bit stinky but you, and i don’t mind it none.” she giggled again, her eyes were closed as she tried to steady the world, not having a clue what was going on with that whole world is spinnnnny. She snuggled back and smiled and giggled. “I likess you toooooooo lots! As much as I like the stars in the sky and the fall and the sun and the winter!” she exclaimed, more proclaimed, than anything else.
He looked up at her, squinty but not smiling, like he was in awe of that. Not enough to open his eyes (he didn't do that much at all), but enough for him to not be his usual cheerful looking self. His smile was always a little smirky, but it was because he was happy. He had Rangiku to come back to, after all. Who wouldn't be happy with that.
"...more than alluv those things? That's a whole lot," he said, sounding very thinky. "I like ya more than...the moon an' the clouds an' the sunsets an' fireworks an'...persimmons."
Oooo, he really did like his persimmons.
They were loving drunks. She looked down at him. "More than all of em!!!!" The fall was her favorite season and she adored the stars. She didn't mind that he didn't open his eyes a lot. It was part of his. .. charm.
"Oooooh more than persimmons!?!?" She giggled and wiggled a bit. A happy dance. "Daaaaaaaaaweeewwww" She said cause she knew how much he loved persimmons (as much as she did! !"
"Tha's right, more than persimminsh," he replied, faceplanting against her when she wriggled. That felt...really nice. Especially while he was hugging onto her. It made him feel super smushy and a little funny inside. He hugged and hugged and hugged onto her and then SMOOCH. He kissed the spot on her neck with a big ol' MWAH because it seemed like the right thing to do.
When you really like something, you give it a hug and a kiss.
“Woooooooooooooow” her voice arching up then falling in octave as she said it, Giving it the awestruck sound it deserved, after all it was a HUGE thing! He liked her more than PERSIMMONS!!! Squee! She giggled as he faceplanted again, finding it freaking adorable as all hell. The Flutterbies in her stomach doing flips and cartwheels. Her blush raced down her throat as he went MWAH with a kiss. Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh. She grinned and did the same to his forehead, MUAAAAAAH, hugging him tightly. Right? right.
Her neck felt reaaaaaally warm against his face all of a sudden. It wasn't like a burning hot but more like a comfy warm snuggly pillow that he could fall asleep again. It wasn't hard to nod off, right after he laughed at her big long woooooow and kissed his forehead. He simply remembered being warm n' fuzzily awake, and then he remembered nothing. Only snoozing, laying on Rangiku like he was a scrawny excuse for a blanket.