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If nothing else, Atieno can be legitimately impressed by the sheer amount of effort that seems to go into this level of decoration. There had to be so much logistics to make such an overwhelming display.

The "I apologize for disturbing you" was met with silence, but he didn't turn away - that meant proceed. He did not know who this Shinigami was, but from her uniform, he could tell she was from the 13th division - from Rukia's division.

The unknown Shinigami did not introduce herself, as she should've. Perhaps she understood that Byakuya didn't care about her name, and was likely not to even remember it, should she introduce herself. Still - it would've been proper etiquette. He would have to tell Rukia that she should pay more attention to her underlings' manners.

She proceeded to ask if he wanted to sample some tea. She should've asked: would you do my parents the honour of sampling their tea? Serving the Kuchiki Household was a great honour, only given to a select few, who grew the most perfect produce. He wondered what had given this Shinigami the confidence to present her product to him in this manner. Was it because Rukia was her captain?

Junrinan did ring a bell though. There was a rather famous teahouse there, as he recalled.

☆ @fateyielded ☆ — (Winter Bug) "Wow, five sneezes in a row?" (Whis for son gohan!)

"Hee, sorry 'bout that — nose is feeling a tad itchy."

Giving it a small rub with his fingers and a short sniffle. Luckily, Gohan's sneezes were light and small — according to some he sneezed like a kitten at times. It was a little flustering to know but it wasn't like he could change how he sneezed here. Still, he hoped he wasn't coming down with something or anything like that. Not wanting to be sick but also not wanting to spread it around to his friends and family.

@fateyielded said: [ COLD ]: With a notable drop in temperatures, the sender makes some tea for themself and the receiver, if not for drinking then for the warmth and comfort of holding the mugs in their chilled hands. (Rukia!)

Shaky hands take the warm cup of tea from the stranger. Or Rukia as she had introduced herself earlier after taking down whatever that thing was.

It all had happened so fast. Olivia hadn't seen such a creature in her life and memory of a white mask and large humanoid teeth continue to replay in her mind like a scene from a horror movie. Rukia came in like a knight in black fabric and saved her, as Olivia had stood there, shaking and unable to do anything but stare in a cold fright.

"Thank you," She mumbles, trying to regain her composure after what happened, "from savin' me from that... What did you call it? A Hollow?" A strange name. There is no memory of anything that closely relates to the name nor the creature that carries it. "I dunno what happened but I'm glad someone was here ta stop it."

Olivia takes a sip of the tea she's handed and sighs, exhaling, and looks to the dark haired woman, curious now. As tense and on edge she is, Olivia can't help but take in the woman's attire.

"Are you... pardon my question, a samurai? Yer robes remind me of 'em." What were they called again? Olivia was fairly with some Japanese mythology and culture but some of the words didn't stick to her strongly. "So much is happenin' right now. I'm sorry for soundin' out of sorts, Miss Rukia."

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