Hanatarou started a little at the question; he'd halfway forgotten about Sora's presence, but managed a small, hesitant smile as he turned to show the bag to his roommate. "It's, um. Normally it would have my supplies and, and everything, but...it's carried by medics in the 4th Division. It's really...mine." He traced the lines of the stylized flower on the logo, still having a hard time believing he really had it again.

The timing on this was just perfect, though. Now he could dress like a proper shinigami and at least pretend to the part for the memorial service. It would make him feel a little more like himself, even if he was far from home. The shinigami carefully set the bag down on the bed and went to pull the newly-arrived clothing from the closet, suddenly eager to put it on again for the first time since he'd found himself here.