What could have been a dramatic, portentous fight had turned into a comfortable chat.
"I don't get nervous," Ed lied, "but does it seem to you that they're getting a bit too friendly?"
"They're certainly drinking enough," Hitsugaya sniffed. "MATSUMOTO! Any more of that wine and it comes out of your personal salary!"
The two women looked at each other.
Matsumoto shrugged.
Izumi made a gesture strangely reminiscent of dragging a smaller person over her knee, then raised a hand menacingly.
"Oh, that's just going too far," Hitsugaya said, and stepped forward firmly, chin set.
Ed was already running away.
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