The rabbit looked them, smiling. "You all are searching Rukia-pyon?" She smiled, drawing in a notebook. "Rukia-pyon is not here, but Chappy-pyon is going to help you if you need it, pyon!"
Sousuke had been running into a lot of very confused Soul Reapers all day. Apparently he reminded them all of one person in particular, but he had always gotten away from them or they had to do something important before they had asked him much of anything.
Then he bumped into someone and apologized sheepishly "Who are you?"
Masaki blinked, as her curious brown hues looked at the visitors. How strange, usually not so many people came to the mansion at the same time. She just asked something really simple: "H-how can I help you all?"
Staring off into the abyss Orihime contemplated all the changes her life had taken lately. Not only was her kitchen now painted a bright yellow with pink trim but she was now married to Rangiku. It had all been rather sudden and it still made no sense to the girl how two platonic friends of the same gender could get married. After all marriage was something you did with someone you loved right?
Head tilted to the side she looked at the ecstatic Rangiku who was currently eating a cucumber, pickle, and kimchi sandwich in the newly painted kitchen. How exactly did you broach the topic of, hey why are we married? Did you do it with a robot messanger? A lawyer? A cute frog carrying a letter? Unsure Orihime just went with the easiest possible method, she asked.
"H-Hey Rangiku-san, why exactly are we married again?"