Way of The Arctic Fist [Rukia/Mirja]

Rukia's grin intensified blindingly, her right hand uncinching the string of her coin purse, and the noble woman emerged from its depths with a ¥10000 bank note, two ¥5000 bank notes, and eight ¥1000 bank notes, leaving Mirja with a tip of ¥8400. The price of the Mirja's delicacies was nothing to Rukia — though money had never been an object to the youngest Kuchiki.

"Does it count as molestation if said molestee is consenting?" She said with a wink, her left eye fluttering closed for a split second, before opening once more, revealing her amaranthine orbs that sparkled like purple diamonds as they caught the light. They were certainly warmer that she was.

Tsk, this woman was crazy. Mirja wasn't sure if she was just flirting or if she actually wanted a bit of wolf. But if it was the latter, Mirja would have to shut her down for several reasons. She didn't just sleep with girls - regardless of stature - from a bit of flirting, and she didn't want a certain other Shinigami at her door if she did take Rukia to her room and show the girl a good time. So she simply collected the fee, never good at maths so she just attributed the additional money to her miscounting, and then waved Rukia way.

"Out with you, you crazy woman. I don't want Byakuya to come blow up my shop, it's my home as well, so I'd lose twice as much if he did that. And you know he would. Totally the kind of guy to come down and Bankai the crap out of me and my shop because there was this one night where you came upstairs and saw stars" She exclaimed, waving her away some more as if to shoo her out of the shop. "I'll be up that way in a bit, so don't worry you'll never see me again. Just work on your Tulpa some more and it will all be hunky dory before you know it" she told her, shaking her head softly. Wasn't Rukia surrounded by guys of considerable stature, anyway? That carrot top and the guy with the red hair, she was sure she had seen them two around Rukia a fair bit. Maybe they were just friends and Rukia was looking for something else, but Mirja wanted to get to know her a bit more before doing anything. Plus there was Beetle to consider, after all.

"Surely you know I'm kidding you, Eeola-senpai. Thank you for taking the time to teach me," Rukia replied with her bell-like giggle. Following her laughter, the Kuchiki woman stood, lifting herself from her seated position atop the bar stool, perusing her shihakusho and scarf for any cake crumbs, where she'd then smooth away any remnants of the confection — straightening herself with her prim mannerisms.

The icy woman made her way to the door — her waraji echoing against the floor in her silence, though she craned her head; turning it in order to regard Mirja warmly from over her shoulder. "I'll see myself out. Until next time, Mirja." Rukia cooed, her eyes of chilling amethyst crinkling at the corners, before her all traces of her arctic reiatsu instantly ceased as the Royal Kuchiki disappeared through the sliding doorway of the café.