Gin wrinkled his nose at the thought of a tattoo of Chappy the bunny found anywhere on his person. Some of the other shinigami might get drunk enough to think that was a good idea, but he doubted if he would ever find that particular mark endearing. "Cute," he returned, though his tone was dubious.
He was pleased to let her lead for a while, following her to the bed where he paused just long enough to shrug out of his black robe before he helped her with her own top. Hers, luckily, was much easier to access than the shinigami uniform, though it didn't do near as much for her ample figure.
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He was pleased to let her lead for a while, following her to the bed where he paused just long enough to shrug out of his black robe before he helped her with her own top. Hers, luckily, was much easier to access than the shinigami uniform, though it didn't do near as much for her ample figure.