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tampered2007-01-28 01:28 am
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Log: Ongoing
When; January 28th
Rating; G-PG
Characters; Kuchiki Rukia![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
juicebox_woes, Kuchiki Hisanabe_coming, Kuchiki Byakuyashardsofsakura
Summary; The Kuchiki clan gets together for tea and some catching up, but is the real reason behind it something more amusing for the older Kuchiki pair? Perhaps at the expense of their younger sister?
Log;
Standing outside the door, she glanced down and picked yet another imaginary piece of lint off of the front of the dress, smoothing the black fabric carefully. WHY she had let the woman at the clothing store talk her into this, Rukia really had no idea. Sure, she had wanted something to wear apart from the normal black and white robes that marked her as a shinigami. But...then that woman had started cooing and fawning over her and her "petite figure" and "delicate bone-structure", and numerous other things that really hadn't meant much to the tiny shinigami. Regardless, it had all ended with her finding herself dragged into a fitting room and eventually being shoved back out the door in the dress, robes in a bag, and numerous other packages stuffed under her arms.
And dumbass Ichigo wasn't even there to carry it for me.
Speaking of her..well, she supposed that technically she could refer to him as a "boyfriend", but somehow the label just seemed so....Anyway, it didn't matter. Speaking of him, she assumed he was off skulking somewhere, probably training like usual. Which meant that he wasn't home, and that she was bored. Which led her train of thought right back to where she now stood, in front of apartment #16. It was still a bit unnerving that her brother and sister had invited her over for the afternoon, but she was getting used to the new closeness. She liked it, certainly. It was still just so unexpected to see her brother, who had always been so cold and emotionless, actually showing how much he really cared for her. And the fact that she felt so self-conscious in the dress and black tights didn't help. She had to admit, though, that she liked the simple black shoes with the buckle across the top. They actually kept her feet WARM, something the sandals and tabi socks she normally wore did a piss-poor job of doing. Smoothing her raven hair, she reached up and knocked on the door.
Rating; G-PG
Characters; Kuchiki Rukia
juicebox_woes, Kuchiki Hisanabe_coming, Kuchiki ByakuyashardsofsakuraSummary; The Kuchiki clan gets together for tea and some catching up, but is the real reason behind it something more amusing for the older Kuchiki pair? Perhaps at the expense of their younger sister?
Log;
Standing outside the door, she glanced down and picked yet another imaginary piece of lint off of the front of the dress, smoothing the black fabric carefully. WHY she had let the woman at the clothing store talk her into this, Rukia really had no idea. Sure, she had wanted something to wear apart from the normal black and white robes that marked her as a shinigami. But...then that woman had started cooing and fawning over her and her "petite figure" and "delicate bone-structure", and numerous other things that really hadn't meant much to the tiny shinigami. Regardless, it had all ended with her finding herself dragged into a fitting room and eventually being shoved back out the door in the dress, robes in a bag, and numerous other packages stuffed under her arms.
And dumbass Ichigo wasn't even there to carry it for me.
Speaking of her..well, she supposed that technically she could refer to him as a "boyfriend", but somehow the label just seemed so....Anyway, it didn't matter. Speaking of him, she assumed he was off skulking somewhere, probably training like usual. Which meant that he wasn't home, and that she was bored. Which led her train of thought right back to where she now stood, in front of apartment #16. It was still a bit unnerving that her brother and sister had invited her over for the afternoon, but she was getting used to the new closeness. She liked it, certainly. It was still just so unexpected to see her brother, who had always been so cold and emotionless, actually showing how much he really cared for her. And the fact that she felt so self-conscious in the dress and black tights didn't help. She had to admit, though, that she liked the simple black shoes with the buckle across the top. They actually kept her feet WARM, something the sandals and tabi socks she normally wore did a piss-poor job of doing. Smoothing her raven hair, she reached up and knocked on the door.