"Tch...!" Rukia hunched a little further. Those two were...! She would have been far more humiliated were he not here to help teach her to cook. She would just have to accept her own foolish assumptions for what they were, grit her teeth, and seek this Yuri person out to apologize.
Once he was inside, she shut the door behind him, and led the way to the kitchen. It looked as if it had hardly been touched, possibly because it wasn't. Chiaki had told Rukia that no one here knew how to cook, so the kitchen probably saw very little use.
Committed not to comment on age any further, as it was likely to be a sore spot for a while, Rukia focused instead on the kitchen. She was supposed to wear an apron to protect her clothes, wasn't she? Did they have one? She opened one drawer, then another, before he made his statement. Rukia glanced back at him. Oh. That's right. He likely knew from the letters they'd exchanged, but she would tell him properly now. "Kuchiki Rukia," she replied, only half as stiffly as her previous tone. "I apologize for the previous confusion. You are the same Raven as mentioned in the letter of the one named Yuri Lowell?"
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Once he was inside, she shut the door behind him, and led the way to the kitchen. It looked as if it had hardly been touched, possibly because it wasn't. Chiaki had told Rukia that no one here knew how to cook, so the kitchen probably saw very little use.
Committed not to comment on age any further, as it was likely to be a sore spot for a while, Rukia focused instead on the kitchen. She was supposed to wear an apron to protect her clothes, wasn't she? Did they have one? She opened one drawer, then another, before he made his statement. Rukia glanced back at him. Oh. That's right. He likely knew from the letters they'd exchanged, but she would tell him properly now. "Kuchiki Rukia," she replied, only half as stiffly as her previous tone. "I apologize for the previous confusion. You are the same Raven as mentioned in the letter of the one named Yuri Lowell?"