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[flashsteps.livejournal.com]

[have a Yoruichi casually floating around the kitchen eating a turkey sandwich, not really phased at all]

Needs salt.

[OOC: Open post; journal or kitchen~]

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[justthatunlucky.livejournal.com]

[Was just coming down for a snack~ and she finds you floating in the air. :( You're everywhere, woman.]

Oh!

[flashsteps.livejournal.com]

[she points to a saltshaker on the counter near Miranda]

Mind getting that for me?

[justthatunlucky.livejournal.com]

Oh, um, sure.

[Gets it and awkwardly holds it up for her to take]

[flashsteps.livejournal.com]

[takes it as she floats past]

Thank you.

[justthatunlucky.livejournal.com]

Um, y-you're welcome?

[T-tries not to stare, but she's curious why you're floating around...]

...W-why are you floating around the kitchen?

[flashsteps.livejournal.com]

[a shrug]

It was either this or the ballroom, and this was the one with food.

[takes another bite]

[justthatunlucky.livejournal.com]

[Because that totally answered her question]

U-um, okay?

[flashsteps.livejournal.com]

[a pause]

What's your name?

[justthatunlucky.livejournal.com]

Oh, um, I'm Miranda. Miranda Lotto. You are...?

[flashsteps.livejournal.com]

Yoruichi. It's nice to meet you. [a grin]

[justthatunlucky.livejournal.com]

[She has a strange feeling she should be afraid of that smile]

I-It's nice to meet you too!

[flashsteps.livejournal.com]

So how long have you been here?

[justthatunlucky.livejournal.com]

Ah, I've been here since the end of January.

Have you been here long?

[flashsteps.livejournal.com]

Nope. Not really.

[justthatunlucky.livejournal.com]

Eh? Really?

Ah, um, a belated welcome, then! Th-though this place isn't exactly the best for that sort of greeting, um...

[flashsteps.livejournal.com]

There's really no ideal place anywhere to welcome someone into. You work with what you've got.

[justthatunlucky.livejournal.com]

That's true...

[twogirlsonetuck.livejournal.com]

[Have a guy in full Spartan gear, grabbing a beer from the refrigerator. Somehow he gets the thing open and turns around.

And stares.

At the most glorious pair of tits he has ever seen.

... Okay, thank god no one can see his face from behind the visor, so for all intents and purposes, a dude in bright blue armor has just stopped moving in front of the fridge. 8D]

[flashsteps.livejournal.com]

[eyes him, then motions to the fridge]

Any milk in there?

[twogirlsonetuck.livejournal.com]

[doesn't move, but there's a semi-automatic response from inside helmet-land.]

Shhh.

[flashsteps.livejournal.com]

[an eyebrow raise]

[twogirlsonetuck.livejournal.com]

If I say anything... they might go away...




... Fuck, did I say that out loud?