[Doesn't he know? Moustaches are prime comedy, especially on teens who aren't even old enough to shave.]

[Her grin grows wider as the tip of the marker comes ever closer. But then...]

[The marker moves past his cheek, along with the rest of her arm, and she's just hugging him.]

Stop trying to muddle through these things alone. You have friends who love you, and care for you, as much as you love and care for them.

[Rukia smiles gently.]

If you forget this again, you truly shall become a Baron. I promise you that.