Hey, Rangiku, I need a note from you saying I was sick on Thursday and Friday. I forgot to ask you for one yesterday. And yes, I know I wasn't sick, but I figure it would be better to have me be sick those two day then to say that I skipped school for a Star Wars marathon and our trip to the other side of the city. If the social worker knew that, I think she'd have a heart attack. I need to turn in the note tomorrow, so if you could give it to me tonight, that would be great.
The last few days have really made me realize just how much Rangiku is not my mother. Not that she's a bad person to watch over me, but she's just . . . she's not Mom.
Dammit, Toushirou, it's been a year. Deal with it.