[Byakuya is hiding from the rest of the cretins, he had no intention of engaging in such frivolous activity. He didn't know that there were costumes arriving, he was too busy figuring out why he couldn't shunpo, couldn't perform kidou- couldn't do anything. Perhaps he was the worst house guest ever, or perhaps the best one because he stayed out of everyone's way. Who knew?
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ishida's costume. The captain didn't say anything, but the expression on his face spoke volumes of what he was thinking.]
[Rukia was hesitant in trying on the costume before, but she was beginning to reconsider. There had been no claims of trouble from wearing the costumes, and it seemed a number of those in the city wore the outfits without harm.
She took the box into her room, staring at it in consideration. It seemed to be an exciting thing to partake in...!]
[Renji was not happy. The stupid costume looked like toilet paper and Rukia had forced him into it, an evil grin on her face. Now, he realized he was a mummy, but the paper was wrapped so tightly around his mouth that he couldn't speak! And with how the wrappings held him in, his walk looked more like a shuffle.
Oh he was going to kill her. Byakuya would skewer him moments later, but it would be worth it.]
[The Quincy caught the Captain's look, but only responded with a coolly arched eyebrow. The Shinigami didn't understand yet, because he was so new, but the costume would begin to follow him throughout the day and, indeed, the whole week, if he didn't put it on.]
[He had to admit, he did find Abarai's costume amusing, though.]
Good morning, Abarai-san.
[The costume was rather even. Even Kuchiki and her brother were only able to do so much to shut up the tattooed Shinigami. Of course, if Abarai didn't have the sense to remove the bandages from his mouth, eating breakfast might be problemati--]
[The archer's train of thought was brought to a screeching halt as Matsumoto descended, clad in nothing but her sheets. No matter how many times she did this, Ishida would never get used to it-- or, for that matter, be remotely comfortable with it. Flushing crimson, the Quincy quickly averted his eyes, busying himself with making sure breakfast was ready and the table was properly set. He was, as usual, ahead of his self-
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[After it was apparently the costume would not leave her alone, and that it seemed to be harmless to wear after all, Rukia changed into the outfit. It was shorter than she expected.
Coming down the stairs, she looked to see the others up and about in their costumes. It was far too noisy for that time of day.]
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Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ishida's costume. The captain didn't say anything, but the expression on his face spoke volumes of what he was thinking.]
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She took the box into her room, staring at it in consideration. It seemed to be an exciting thing to partake in...!]
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[Renji was not happy. The stupid costume looked like toilet paper and Rukia had forced him into it, an evil grin on her face. Now, he realized he was a mummy, but the paper was wrapped so tightly around his mouth that he couldn't speak! And with how the wrappings held him in, his walk looked more like a shuffle.
Oh he was going to kill her. Byakuya would skewer him moments later, but it would be worth it.]
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[The Quincy caught the Captain's look, but only responded with a coolly arched eyebrow. The Shinigami didn't understand yet, because he was so new, but the costume would begin to follow him throughout the day and, indeed, the whole week, if he didn't put it on.]
[He had to admit, he did find Abarai's costume amusing, though.]
Good morning, Abarai-san.
[The costume was rather even. Even Kuchiki and her brother were only able to do so much to shut up the tattooed Shinigami. Of course, if Abarai didn't have the sense to remove the bandages from his mouth, eating breakfast might be problemati--]
[The archer's train of thought was brought to a screeching halt as Matsumoto descended, clad in nothing but her sheets. No matter how many times she did this, Ishida would never get used to it-- or, for that matter, be remotely comfortable with it. Flushing crimson, the Quincy quickly averted his eyes, busying himself with making sure breakfast was ready and the table was properly set. He was, as usual, ahead of his self- ( ... )
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Coming down the stairs, she looked to see the others up and about in their costumes. It was far too noisy for that time of day.]
What is all of the commotion?
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