Ichigo and Rukia walked home in the rain together without an umbrella, as their hands weren't free, and were instead dragging Grand Fisher behind them with painful rope. For some totally illogical reason, they decided to take the long way home, even though it was raining, and it happened to be covered by lots of rocky bumps and muddy hills. Every once in a while he had to spit out mouthfuls of gravel, but he didn't complain because his captors would then threaten to cut him off from the radio. Ichigo sighed, wondering how he was going to hide both Rukia and Grand Fisher in his room.
Rukia sighed as well. "What a pity," she said. "My dress is all ruined."
Ichigo had only just realized. "Why are you wearing that?" he asked.
"Oh, it's a long story. What do you think, is it pretty?"
"Um, yeah. It look's pretty on you."
"Really?" She seemed flabbergasted, even though she was the one who had questioned with the intention to set up an answer in the first place.
"You came all the way from school, right? Didn't others already comment on what you're wearing? It stands out."
"Yes, almost everyone praised me on how beautiful I looked, but, I didn't believe it until I heard it from you."