[Whatever Rukia was expecting, it probably isn't what Johnny actually looks like. The door is answered by a six-foot-plus half-demon, with porcelain white hair and skin, and small blue horns. He blinks at Rukia for just a moment, since she looks so tiny and young, and he did not get that impression with how formal her letters were.]
Oh, hey. You must be Rukia. C'mon in. Like I said, don't mind the mess.
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Oh, hey. You must be Rukia. C'mon in. Like I said, don't mind the mess.