This is really moving. I'm unused to such displays if generosity, so I'm unsure if how to feel!

[But he doesn't hesitate to open it, completely taking the paper off in one piece unripped, like the disassembly master he is. The earmuffs he looks over for a moment, then pops on his head. They're a good match with his scarf. The metal polish he takes a moment to consider, until he looks down at his wrench, rusted in spots from blood stains. He puts it together.]

How can I be disappointed when someone has thought so kindly of me?! Rukia! [He stands up suddenly, making a spectacle of himself as usual.] I vow to make this up to you.