Someone else does first!

Shortly after Rukia had gone into the closet, and Ichigo had gone down to dinner, Kon stared at the door. "...wonder what she even does in there..." he mused to himself. "...maybe she's changing clothes..."

He blushed, and somehow, despite being a plushie, he felt his nose bleeding as he imagined it. Oh yeah, it would probably have painful consequences, but it would be so worth it!

After a moment of debating with himself, he ultimately decided, "Fuck it, no guts, no glory!" Coming up with an excuse to open the closet door as he walked up, he jumped to it, and pulled the door open. "Rukia, do you need help unpacking any-" he started, before pausing as he noticed a conspicuous little issue: Rukia was nowhere to be seen in the closet. "-thing?" Kon finished.

He proceeded to look around, panic growing on his face as he frantically thought about where she might have somehow gone. "Oh no! Did Soul Society decide they still wanted to execute her after all!?" he asked. "I gotta tell Ichigo, my cover be damned!"

He turned to run out of the closet, before he ended up tripping over something, and ended up face planting into the carpet. "Oof, dang it, what was that-!?" he demanded, getting up, before seeing the object, a golden lamp, vibrate.

He yelped as he watched glittering white smoke spewing from the lamp spout in front of him, and Rukia, appearing exactly as she had before she had been pulled in, stretched out with a contented and relieved sigh as she formed from it.