"Matsumoto, there is something I need to ask you!" the grumpy little captain asked, pushing Rangiku off her couch as he walked by.
"Oww....Taicho, that stung. Right on my butt!" she whined loudly.
"No time for that! This is serious!" he ordered her, determined to find an answer.
"Is it THAT talk, Captain?" she whispered, ignoring the prying eyes of their fellow office workers.
"Wha-. . .never mind, I won't ask. No, you see, I heard something on the way here. . ." he began uncertainly.
He began to tell her about how Ichigo and Rukia were making strange faces at each other in the hallway and talking really oddly. As he explained, the grin on her face grew wider and wider. Similar to Gin's smile, don't ya know.
"Taicho, that 'talk' that you heard is 'flirting'," she explained. He sat there with a blank expression on his face and tilted his head. "Nani?"
"Fluffy talk" she reiterated.
"Fluffy talk?" he still looked confused.
"The talk of lovers. When people like each other, they flirt. It's a form of courtship popular in the human realm" she explained, using sciency words so he could understand.
"Oh. . .courtship. . ." he repeated. "Matsumoto, I shall go out and study in the field this 'flirting' and 'fluffy talk'. I will understand!" he promised, pumping his fist in the air.
". . .Have fun, Taicho" she said as she flopped back down on her couch.
Toshiro, the little wonderer, grabbed his haori and ran out the door, determined to understand all of this romantic mush and possibly use it on a certain busty babe lieutenant. . .
AU
Shmoo: Wow, that was too fluffy for my own good.
Me: *incoherent mumbling coming from the corner*
Shmoo: Shaddup! *b-slaps Emo-Alchemist*
Me: *unties the gag in my mouth* Help! She's gonna kill me!!!
Shmoo: Keep it down, the audience doesn't need to know.
Me: Please. . .someone. . .help. . .
Both: Please review. *tackles Shmoo*
Shmoo: I will not be silenced!
Me: Nighty-night, Shmoo. . .