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Post by Blair Mitts on Oct 29, 2013 13:10:23 GMT -5
It had been a boring day for Blair, and she had been cat napping almost the entire day. She had taken three baths, read her way through a plethora of magazines and spent the entire day happily naked in her bed room. The unfortunate part of this, well, no one had come to visit her all day. Oh well. At around midnight, Blair had decided it was time for a large snack. She slipped on a pair of panties and a tank top. Over this she decided to slip on a dark purple robe that hung just a little past her mid thigh. Tying the robe up loosely she walked out of her room and walked quickly to the kitchen. Stepping into the kitchen there wasn't a soul in sight. Flipping on the lights she looked in the pantry for something to nibble on.
Finding exactly something to her tastes, she pulled out a can of tuna. Grabbing a fork out of the drawer she quickly opened up the can, drained it of water and started to eat it with the fork as she sat on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth happily. After she quickly finished off that can she tossed it into the trash can. Sitting there, she was thinking of what else sounded yummy, and decided that she would have to take a visit to the fridge for her next bite to eat. Opening the fridge door, she noticed the fridge had recently been stocked to the brim. This fridge was of course, enormous to feed the many people who stayed in Las Noches, and this was only one of many fridges they had.
Bending over far she started to dig around in the fridge. Her bottom almost all the way up and showing the cute purple panties that had a white cat on the back of them. What she was looking for was the gallon of milk, then after that she was looking for something else fishy to eat. Her bottom shaking back and forth as she started piling goodies at her feet to eat.
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Post by Lyra Ishigami on Nov 5, 2013 3:09:15 GMT -5
What was she even doing in Las Noches?! The woman hated the place. If it wasn't for formalities and such, she'd have destroyed the place long ago, but that would leave the Espada without a headquarters, and every respectable organization needed a headquarters. So, for now, she'd leave the place untouched, allowing it to provide refuge for those few privileged arrancar who were allowed entrance. She walked alone in the empty halls, passing few scattered arrancar here and there. The one thing she would miss in this place was the kitchen. The mass of fridges, filled with all sorts of treats, in fact, she herself had claimed a couple of them as her own. Of course, one of them was for miscellaneous body parts she'd collected over the years, the hearts of enemies, that sort of thing, but the other one was reserved for her favourite foods in the human world. Perhaps she'd pay her stash a visit.
She stood in the door frame and watched as a shadowy figure moved about within the room, rummaging through the fridges, taking whatever they'd please. This of course, was unacceptable. They were her fridges, her's! The contents of them belonged to the primera, so who dared disturb her stash?!
With a swift kick, she sent the doors flying off their hinges, forcing them to collide with a loud crash into the wall spaced between two rather large refrigerators, barely missing the girl who'd had her back turned to Lyra at the time, rummaging through more of the primera's foodstuffs. "Oh, what have we here..." Her voice called from behind the girl as she slowly closed the distance between the two. "A stray kitten has stumbled into my fridge?"
With her sheathed katana, the woman poked at the girl's protruding bottom, forcing her to stand up straight. "Stealing my snacks? You know such a thing cannot go unpunished, don't you?"
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Post by Blair Mitts on Nov 7, 2013 16:43:52 GMT -5
As Blair was digging through the fridge, slowly making a small mountain of food at her feet a door flew off the hinges and crashed in the wall beside her. A small shiver ran down her spine and her ears twitched into over time. Suddenly, she felt a wish of air as she heard a voice but barely caught the words. A piece of shrimp was in her mouth as she sucked it in. As she heard the second thing the women spoke. Something hard poked her bottom, as she stood up straight. In one hand she had a gallon of red capped milk, in the other hand she had a hundred piece shrimp ring. At her feet was a multipack of sushi, some cocktail sauce, and what appeared to be freshly made rice crispies that were put into the fridge to harden. Looking at the new person with a strange expression on her face she had her hands full with the gallon of milk and shrimp ring. The beautiful Arrancar said that she was stealing her snacks, and she couldn't let such a thing go unpunished.
Looking thoroughly at the shrimp ring, and gallon of milk she didn't see a name. And before she had gotten into this fridge there hadn't been anyone's name on it! "Ummm...Stealing your snacks?! None of this stuff has your name on it! Not even the fridge has your name on it! All these fridges are for everyone to use! Not just you!" She pleaded, even if this Arrancar was stronger than her she didn't feel like she was under any threat. She was a Fraccion, not just some lowly Arrancar who shouldn't be in Las Noches let alone the kitchen. There was a counter behind Lyra, stepping to the left of her she put the milk and shrimp ring on the counter. As she soon grabbed the rest of the contents at her feet and also put those on the counter.
After that, she finally closed the door, and continued on with what she was doing. "Would you like some? There is plenty here for both of us." Her dark purple robe was open, showing an ample amount of cleavage in the lose fitting tank top. Her ears now twitching a few more times. "Meow?"
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Post by Lyra Ishigami on Nov 17, 2013 19:01:29 GMT -5
How adorable, the fraccion thought she could reason with her! There were certain perks that came with her position as Primera, and owning things without having to write her name was one of them. She watched as the girl began piling things up on the counter behind her, her eyebrows twitching, clearly annoyed at how she had ignored her. Oh, how she was going to punish her. Lyra watched as the girl continued placing food on the counter beside her, waiting for her to finally be finished with what she was doing. As the last piece was placed safely on the table, the woman gripped her sheathed katana, placing it beside the large pile of food. With a fluid motion she swung, pushing the pile off the table with a loud crash. The solid foods were scattered, the liquid split, making a rather large mess in the corner of the kitchen.
She pushed herself off the surface, feet landing in a puddle of milk, shrimp and snacks — wonderful. She made her way through the mess across the floor and stood inches in front of the girl. How should she start? The woman eyed the girl from head to toe. Oh, where would she even begin? "Oops." She feigned innocence. "My my, pardon my clumsiness." She continued to close their distance until their bodies were almost touching. Her eyes locked onto the girl's.
"Look at the mess I've made!" Her presence was overwhelming, "One of us is going to have to clean this mess up." She pushed forward, her hand wrapping around the girl, finding its way on the middle of her back, pushing the girl forward towards her, showing her that she was in complete control. "I suggest you get a mop, before I think up of a more severe punishment."
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