Post by Jessu on Aug 6, 2023 21:03:57 GMT
I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?
Daphne Devereaux
“Interesting… A realm of fantasy, from the sound of things? I must say I am intrigued~?” One more the baby blues of the belle seeming to grow misty as she listened to the brief but all the same enlightening description which Kenshi could offer as to the kingdom he now hailed from, years of speculation on landscapes and the like seemed to come to the forefront in the mind of Miss Devereaux as she pictured something idyllic, like that from some manner of well know verse with a few tweaks of course.
“While there have been certain presumption made based on your outfits, our records have been spotty at best on the nature of your soul society?” Feeling a certain lure to the place ever since she had heard about it in fact, the 'one way' nature of mere mortals visits to such splendour meant that descriptions of such a venue had been few and far between even by those as well informed the council of Quincy, or at the very least had been suppressed in what they had chosen to depict in their material. After all, it probably wasn't the best to have their footsoldiers looking forward to the phase beyond their current battle too much, right?
“Uffuffuffu, sadly I left my own copies at home in France, but if I can find a substitute I may bring them along to our picnic~?” The lass left to chuckle however when it sensed her all too canny companion picking up on her own implication now and showing an interest in the prose which provided her such entertaining imaginations, some might have shunned such 'reference' as crass romance novels but they had always seemed to provide a perspective which Daphne herself had enjoyed, and would be happy to have the opportunity to share as well.
“They might provide you with something to entertain yourself with when you return to your home, presuming you can take stuff back with you~?” Honestly expecting that he would garner something of a hoot from them and suspecting that they might also offer a certain insight into herself as well, the sable siren couldn't help but smile as she envisioned him picking through the pages, and made a mental note to visit a bookstore before their date because of that?
“Well, if you are feeling up to it, I am sure a gentleman like you wouldn't mind walking a lady to her door at this late hour~? All sorts of things may lurk around the next corner, or the one after that~?” Meanwhile the mischievous minx seeing little reason to cut their evening short should her now twice wounded ally feel like spending a bit more time among the living, Miss Devereaux was both able and willing to take advantage of the implication of chivalry, and sensed that she might enjoy having someone to talk to on her way home.
“I may even afford you a token of my appreciation for it~?” With this sensing that she might even have a little something lined up for him as well for such a deed, or perhaps more so his act of protection earlier on which had seemed him injured, she quietly observed that he had done plenty to earn a little kiss upon his cheek upon their parting and saw no better place for it than their doorstep either for that matter. After all, some traditions were certainly worth keeping, no~?
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