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Nuriko has never been the sort of person to place too much stock into numbers, but even she has to admit — twenty is a major milestone. She's young enough that frozen time has yet to make its mark deeply on her skin. Not old enough to consider wrinkles, not old enough that Rin's time to even risk skirting ahead. Just old enough that worries she'd pushed to the side all her life are easy enough to continue ignoring.
After dying once, she's loath to waste time she could spend smiling instead.
Urahara Kisuke had an interesting proposition. A body that would actually give her a second life, no different functionally than the one she originally had. It didn't take much convincing for her to sign the dotted line — but only for a trial, a test run, to make sure there weren't hidden catches she had yet to consider.
She's wearing the new body today, curves filling out the folds of her dress, showing off bare shoulders as she tiptoes into the living room.
"Rin, are you ready?" she asks, coy as she peeks around the corner of the wall.
After dying once, she's loath to waste time she could spend smiling instead.
Urahara Kisuke had an interesting proposition. A body that would actually give her a second life, no different functionally than the one she originally had. It didn't take much convincing for her to sign the dotted line — but only for a trial, a test run, to make sure there weren't hidden catches she had yet to consider.
She's wearing the new body today, curves filling out the folds of her dress, showing off bare shoulders as she tiptoes into the living room.
"Rin, are you ready?" she asks, coy as she peeks around the corner of the wall.