Ebisu's Inbox

[chibisu]

[For anyone who is familiar with Ebisu in person, they might be expecting the sound of a cute child on the answering machine.]

[They do not get a cute child's voice.]

[Instead, it's the voice of a young man, speaking calmly and professionally.]

Hello. You have reached the personal phone and temple of Ebisu, one of the Gods of Fortune. He and his shinki are currently busy right now, so please leave a message and someone will respond back to you as soon as possible.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

Comments

[chibisu]

Playing out one of those "bodyguard falls in love with the dashing noble" movie scenarios has been a dream of mine.

[This is, in fact, probably not true, but he's grinning enough that it's clear he'll run with it if allowed the chance. At her consideration, he leans back and twines his fingers together to stretch them out in front of him.]

Wouldn't mind seeing that... Him and Kunimi are some of the best in the temple when it comes to that kind of thing.

[unlucky7]

I agree to this roleplay only if there's at least one high speed car chase.

[As if there's time for frivolous fantasies with their current lifestyle, but maybe one day. No harm in joking around, though taking an expensive sports car out on town and going fast sure would be fun.]

If Unmi agrees and the office wants to place some bets, I'm game.

[Not that she's looking for a fight, but a friendly spar is a good way to keep her skills sharp.]

I'd fight Kunimi too, but I think our poor exemplar doesn't have the time for that. His physique is impressive and his vessel form is something else.

[chibisu]

I mean, we can certainly guarantee you getting a good enough car to trash won't be a problem.

[Or not trash. Whatever happens. It's their action movie RPF story, they can live it out however they want.]

[A snort pops out of him as he leans back in his seat.]

The office always wants to place bets, so that wouldn't be hard. Just gotta find the time for literally any of us. I will warn you that I don't think there's a physical activity Kunimi can't do.

[unlucky7]

[Ginia's hands freeze as her eyebrows raise. She bites down on her bottom lip, barely hiding the smirk forming as she stares at him.]

Kimi, did you once ask our fine exemplar to pin you?

[chibisu]

[He bats his eyes.]

It was sparring.

[So yes.]

But we are pretty sure he knows everything. Ebisu has always consistently liked him for that, although he'll start cheating if we're not careful.

[unlucky7]

[Note to self: ask around the office for video or photos of the spar.]

Cheating...? [Ginia looks briefly confused before she snaps.] Using Kunimi's vessel form for mundane tasks, right.

[She can't really blame Ebisu given his clumsiness, but he'll never learn to do things on his own otherwise. It's not fair to overwork Kunimi either. Ginia is about to ask about some stories she's heard when her phone begins buzzing with notifications. Right. Work always calls.]

I should get back to my desk. Have time for dinner later?

[chibisu]

It's not so bad when he's a kid, but boy, does that habit stay.

[It doesn't help that a few of their coworkers are the types that would stick to helping him that way if they could, with Takami being the worst at it currently, but oh well. At the phone buzzing, Kimi gives an exaggerated sigh.]

Ah, and here I was hoping I could get more of an excuse for prolonging my break. But you'll definitely see me, I just have to tie some things up. A lot of things, really, but what else is new.

[unlucky7]

[Such is their life in the afterlife. It's tempting to put things off a little longer, but Ginia knows how much work is waiting for her. Spreading the word on the healing spell within the temple, looking over the video prepared for the network, tackling all of her other paperwork, there's a lot.

That doesn't mean Ginia can't steal a few more seconds. She closes her laptop and pockets her phone before leaning in to catch Kimi's mouth in a lingering kiss.]

[chibisu]

[That's certainly one way to prolong an impromptu break. A faint surprised noise leaves him, but he adjusts almost immediately to lean in as well. When they break apart, he's beaming as if freshly re-energized. Perhaps not surprising from the kind of guy who seems to thrive off of positive and physical attention.]

[Or sometimes just physical attention.]

You're making it really hard to get back to work.

[But to work he will go.]

[unlucky7]

[Kisses are easier now with the first one out of the way. There's a bit of a glow and cat-like twist of her mouth as Ginia pulls back and smiles fondly at him.]

We'll just have to deal. See you at dinner.

[Alas, back to work.]