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Age is just a number. 34. 35. Close enough, right?

[There's a drunk slur to his words followed by the clink of rocks being stacked and summarily falling over.]

Damn it! These rocks are defective. [~~As opposed to functional rocks?~~] Tashigi!

[....] Oh right. She's not here. Tch. Maybe a whole rum cake wasn't such a great idea after all.

[This has been a public service announcement. Don't drink and post folks. Anyone looking to find our drunk White Hunter might find him stomping around the dark, looking for non-defective... rocks. He's also carrying around a bottle of Rhum brand rum. And he's a prime target for messing with. Happy Birthday Smoker.]

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[That answers that.]

Oh, he's an interesting enough man, but~

[Nfufu]

I have my sights elsewhere.

[Does it? It just sounds like wild wolf sounds. orz]

Oh?

[Grell is adept at tsunderese.]

Mmhm~

Thank you, by the by. For the gift.

[Ah, sneaky. The product of falling for so many bad boys/gruff guys no doubt.]

[Mumbles and kind of looks at the ground.]

You're welcome.

[Pretty much. :| ]

I never did repay you for your kindness. And on Valentine's no less. Whatever shall I do to make up for my transgression, hm~?

[Oh god. So much trying not to blush. And act actually cool here. No easy feat while drunk, irritable, and feeling old.]

You don't need to do that. Just wanted to give you something red. On red day. Because you like red.

[Grell stops and tugs on his arm, smiling at him.]

Oh no, I insist. What can I do to repay you, hm?

[Turns and presses against Grell's shoulders to back him up against the tree, looming over the red-head slightly. He's a little drunk and gruffly impatient.]

Whatever is fine. [Just regards calmly with steely grey eyes.] Or nothing. [Runs a hand through his own hair trying to think through the haze.] I still feel like I should be getting you something.

[WHOA hello there. Backed up against a tree, Grell just stares up at Smoker. Not many people are taller than her with her heels on so this is a bit...intimidating actually.

She likes it.]

You already gave me something, dear. So~

[And just ever so casually slipping her hands up along his chest.]

Tell me what I can do for you, hm?

[Smirks softly in spite of himself.]

If I told you, it'd be cheating. See? This is why I hate birthdays. That and being surrounded by teens.

[A birthday? Well, well. The hands go up to link behind his neck and pull him down a little.]

Oh, forget about them for a bit. Or are you going to let the prey in front of your eyes get away, hm?

[A small muscle in his cheek twitches and he removes the cigars, leaning in a little closer, still smirking.]

That depends on how much you try to get away. I never was very fond of screamers. Sensitive ears.

And here I am, usually the one having to give chase. Perhaps I should make this a bit of a challenge for you?

Oh?

[Back to grumpy. Like always.]

Does the prospect upset you?

Hmph. I can track anyone down.

Want me to prove it?

It sounds like a wonderful game.

Find me and I'll give you whatever prize you like.

How long do you need to get going?

I'm already gone.

[With a smile, Grell steps to the side, around the tree and...just disappears. Because death gods do not play fair.]

[Holy cow. Excuse him while he remains dumbfounded for a bit and tries to make sure he's not hallucinating. Maybe he was so drunk he smoked something weird. Or something. Eventually though he's going to get to hunting. In an elaborate, grown-up version of hide-and-go-seek. And really as ~~pathetic~~ bizarre as that sounds.]

[Grell is hanging out in a tree nearby, just watching Smoker's progress, but if he gets close, she'll jump to a different one.]

[He doesn't have a keep sense of smell, but his ears are virtually canine. Like he said, they're insanely sensitive. So first his listens for anything in case it was just a ninja smokescreen trick. Then he's walking cautiously and keeping his ears on high alert, occasionally stopping to hear better.]

[How cute. Grell leans back against the tree she's in, crossing her legs as she watches.]

[Walks in a circle ready to start going back to the village, but looks up in the trees, kind of squinting, since that's where she was before.]

[This is such fun. When she sees him look up, somewhere in the vicinity of where she's hiding, Grell grows still and narrows her eyes, her smile widening. Let's see if he can tell.]

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