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[It's a new day! So bright and shiny! And... cold. He's still getting used to the cold, it's going to take a little adjustment, even with the CDC outfits. Now those are going to take a lot of adjustment, tight clothing is rough after wearing robes forever and ever.

But anyway, he comes right out there at the appointed time, and Juushirou returns Masaki's wave. He's come without his sword today, in some effort to be less threatening, and looks as cheery as ever as he comes close.]

Of course, Kurosaki-chan. What is it you wanted to talk to me about?

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[ she definitely notices the lack of sword, as she'd been told shinigami are almost never seen without one. it's so surprising, it takes her a moment to even get her bearings back in order once he asks her about her intent. ]

—um. Right. [ suddenly she's nervous, but it's hard not to be when he smiles at her like that.

like it's okay. ]

I wanted to ask you about your robes... [ he isn't wearing them now, but she remembers them from last time, all too vividly. ]

It's like a uniform, right? What did the white haori mean?

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[There's nervousness written all over her face, so much so that a blind man could probably catch a glimpse. Whatever Masaki's so afraid of, and he can imagine a number of things, Juushirou can only hope he helps assuage some of them in this little interrogation.]

The robes? [Now, that's curious. Maybe he should have worn them out here, if she's so curious, but it's too late for that now.

He listens to her finish her question, and now his curiosity is piqued. Why does she care about something like that?]

Ah, the haori. The shihakushou is standard-issue for any Shinigami, but the haori is reserved for those of us that have reached Captain rank.

[It goes unsaid, but his expression shows that he wonders what, exactly, the reason may be that she wants to know something like this.]

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[ masaki is quiet for a long, long moment. her features don't really give anything away, except maybe for the dread she's feeling overall. she's trying to be careful with the way she words her questions, curious, but not enough to endanger the man who'd saved her not so long ago, back home. ]

Captain sounds like a pretty big deal, [ she murmurs, attempting to sound casual. ] There can't be that many of you, right? You probably all know each other by name...