Cue The 'In Russia' Jokes [P]

This city was large enough for the bakeries and confectionery shops, and also small enough where those who can see the spiritual would find that a child such as Rudi would stick out. His long, lizardlike tail and horns, made of condensed reiatsu, made him a standout amongst the other Russian children. Perhaps even more shocking, however, was the lack of cold weather protection on his little body. Indeed, Rudi was dressed in nothing more than boyish shorts and a big, oversized sweater.

And yet he didn't seem to feel the pain.

Instead, the little arrancar child, with nothing more than the little fox mask around his neck to indicate his hollow past, wandered around the snow with not a care in the world. Snow never was really a thin in Hueco Mundo. Despite what anyone may say, blood-soaked sand never quite had the same lovely habit of snow to make and hold its shapes. Not to mention the mess. Blood, of course, being one of the only sources of moisture in the vast, night-cloaked desert.

He was busy making a snowman behind one of the houses when a girl with a red scarf began to approach. As the girl approached, however, Rudi's tail twitched once in her direction. Her blood had already given her away before her approach. Weaker. Much weaker. He held his hand to the sheathe of his blade, but the hand fell away after he had sniffed out her blood.

Rudi turned, smiling to the woman with his pinkish eyes, as she approached him.

“Neh, neh, do ya know where I can buy some candy?”

This woman wanted the location of candy of all things. Well, she didn't seem much older or more mature than him, after all. Rudi immediately smiled at her blunt request- a bonding and understanding moment from a child to another child. Yes. The quest for sweets and other goodies. He understood this well, and despite his ignorance of the world, this was his wheelhouse.

"Mm, yeah, there's a store down there. An old man and woman run it... But they won't see you, unless you're a human or something like that. If you are, can you get me some, too?" He asked, and in his question contained the beginning of friendship between two children. He drove a hard bargain- for a child, of course. In exchange for information, some friendship and a shared pleasurable experience in the form of sweets. What could go wrong?

"Oh. I'm Rudi. Whattya like to be called, Miss?"