She bounced along the street (some parts more than others), shortened blonde hair gliding over soft cheeks and slender neck. Her steps were leading her right to her favorite human girl, Orihime. Rangiku was back in the neighborhood for a mission and needed a place to stay and one place came to mind. Her favorite place beckoned her once more and she wondered if she would get to taste some of Inoue’s delicious cooking again. Really she didn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t want to have her food. It was interesting to the eyes and delicious to the stomach; what more could anyone ask for? Approaching the door, she knocked on it, smile plastered on her attractive features. “Orihime-” she called out in her sing-song voice, waiting for her friend to welcome her back.