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"Who are you?" His voice is rough, almost accusing. He curses himself for it and tries to repair the damage done, making a futile attempt at hiding his zanpakuto behind his back. "Sorry. I meant, uh- how can you see me?"
She smiles at him, something in the curve of her lips verging on laughter, and he finds himself hoping. "You take up so much space that I don't know how anyone could not see you. And your costume's pretty weird."
"H-hey!" He cries, smoothing down his robes and adjusting his haori self-consciously. "I'm not big, I'm just muscled! And I like my robes, they make me look cool." He strikes a pose, she laughs for real this time, and something begins.