i already burnt out all of my defensive

The washroom in Kisuke's apartment building has a funny smell. Most would call it disconcerting, and he does, at that, but it is all the moreso because it smells, he would swear, like the breath of a Hollow. In a word, unpleasant.

Having his slothes come out smelling that way isn't something he'd like to deal with. So in the interest of not being the number one most undesirable individual on his block, he heads elsewhere to do his laundry. Namely, Kuchiki Rukia's apartment building.

Once it's all dried, he stuffs it back into the basket and climbs the stairs. Checking the clock on the wall, he realizes it's a little past the time she ought to be home for a bit, for that matter. And so he heads out of the stairwell just down the hall from her doorstep.

Lifting a hand, he raps a few times with sharp knuckles. "Kuchiki-saaaan! Doko ni aru kaaa?"