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❝....Just don't start a fight in here, hm?❞

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❝Always, always, my dear.     It's simply too much fun, and it's become somewhat of a habit by now.❞ Urahara smiled, walking towards her from the back of the shop.

❝Hm…it's been a while, how have you been, Matsumoto-kun?❞

Visiting the Living World was still a tremendous undertaking, but when an opportunity presented itself, she wasn’t going to miss it.

“Urahara-san,” she nodded her head in greeting, “Still running with that bit, eh?” She teased, casually perusing some of the items, “Just browsing, wanted to pop in since I was around.”

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❝Oho…     So dismissive, Arrancar-kun.     But…so be it, let me know if you need anything, hm?     The displayed wares are not all we offer, by the way.❞ Urahara chuckles, watching the spirit peruse the shelves lazily.

"...So you can see me. I've heard things about this shop. I'm neither friend, nor foe, rather, possibly a paying customer, should your wares be of use to me."

He pays the shopkeep little mind after, walking towards the shelves of trinkets. So stiff, so stoic.

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@shunkos

❝Hello there, Yoruichi-kun! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?❞

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❝Hm…she does have ideas on how to fix the damage, but she didn't want to attempt anything while my hands were still healing…❞ The procedures were somewhat risky on the rest of him, on account of how much energy he'd have to put in himself to fix the damage. It was better to fix what was easier (comparatively) first. ❝At least she's been honest, and hasn't made empty promises of trying their best.❞

His tone was sarcastic in the last part, betraying his annoyance at an attempt someone else had made at fixing his hands. He'd had to shred his hands again for Isane to fix the mistake. ❝We have the knowledge, just not the spare reiatsu.❞

❝Braille may not be necessary, there were many people blinded in some way, after everything. The kido corps are looking into a way to permanently infuse reiatsu into ink, or another way to let us all see printed words…they've had some luck so far. But braille would be a good thing to know, wouldn't it? Would you teach me?❞ Kisuke asks, cheekily smiling.

❝Well, I can't particularly move around steadily yet, but perhaps you could take me with-❞ He breaks off, frowning. ❝What do you mean.❞

❝You…❞ The taller man fumbles for one of Mayuri's arms, gripping hard at it, digging in his fingertips. ❝Don't talk like that, you're not allowed to die yet. I'm not done with you.❞

In his own unique way, he was showing the other man exactly how scared and concerned he was over the admission. ❝Akon can't take over while you're still captain.❞

A noise like a wounded animal claws it's way out of his throat against his will at the sight of the state of his eyes. A beat of silence, rage festering in him. "Hoh?" A hum, shifting closer head tilting a little in attempt to assess the damage closer. Breath is held so he doesn't dare infect the other keeping his hands to himself. After a stretch of silence, he tuts settling back enough to breathe looking away from him. "What a useless excuse of a healer! Why has she not been upfront and just said she lacks the know-how to do anything about your being blind. She should already be gathering resources. Someone will have to teach you braille." A soft sigh, stretching snapping his head from side to side with a loud crack. "I would leave to go remove the damaged limbs and regrow them.... A bath sounds so nice right now." He plucks at the other man's sleeve with a tut. "But someone has a tendency to vanish, and excuse me if I do not wish to wait a century to see you again. I don't have that long to wait around to see you." The last part wavers slightly with exhaustion, admitting that he's lied about his great accomplishment. "You're insufferable. As far as me ... Nemuri is dead. I'm dying.... Not this second, but someday... Everyone else thinks that their lifespans have been reduced significantly, give or take a decade. I've shaved off decades of my own life to give theirs back. Don't tell anyone. I'll stab you if you do when I find the energy." It's freeing in a way to say it out loud. "Don't make it a big deal. I had a lapse in judgement and wanted to give back who I could. There's loved people missing in enough lives as it is. I hope I pass in my sleep. If I collapse in public.... it would make such an embarrassing fuss." A tired gasp of laughter reaching up to unscrew his ear covering, head bonking against Kisuke's shoulder. "I think Akon would make a fine leader. He knows the ins and outs of both positions you so graciously put on my shoulders, last time one of us left."

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@curotsuchi said: "You're full of shit. Do not lie to me, Kisuke Urahara. This isn't a funny joke to me."

❝How insulting, Mayuri-kun.     You worked under me for years, you know me, no?     Ask yourself; what would I gain from deceiving you?❞ Urahara stares at the object of his affection his former colleague, a singular brow raised. For those that knew him, really knew him, he was obviously annoyed. Angry, even.

❝Though, based on your reaction, at least my feelings are returned, hm?❞

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@hiyorisarugaki

❝Sarugaki-kun….why do you always have to attack me?     So mean…❞ Cue the teary eyes that only work on specific people.

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@fxiled-fxithful

❝What a nice costume, young lady!❞ He will be ignoring that a wing just moved, thank you.

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❝I have an experiment going right now....wanna go see if it blows up?❞

Nemu hums with a low tone, her eyes looking around with a cold gaze before she responds.

"No, nothing like that. I'm simply here to... observe."

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@venstm

❝...Hello?❞

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❝Haha, no!     I'll sell you something though!❞ Not all of us want to fight all the time, Ikkaku.

"You get to brush off some dust. Sure you don't move around as much, bein' a shopkeeper." Plus. You did it for Ichigo, do it for me too.

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❝Well, it was worth a try, hm?❞ Kisuke laughs softly, fluttering his half-open fan in front of his mouth, very obviously amused.

❝You are correct, I have no intention of dying so soon. ❛Curiosity killed the cat❜ and all, but I am no cat. Merely curious of those my junior has swayed to his side, curious of this place, curious of future steps that will be taken on all sides.❞ A hum, and shaded gray eyes closed in thought.

❝Speaking of steps, you may want to alter your wards to detect people not just on the floor's surface, but up to 3 cm above the floor. That's how I got past much of your detection, little lady. That's how many assassins will get past your detection.❞ It's followed up with a careless shrug, lazy smile in place.

❝I've heard whispers that a certain prodigal captain defected...I believe you have as strong a bond as the Shiba clan did, for family.❞

❝ 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 , 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐃 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 ... 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐘 ? ❞ came the swift retort , eyes narrow , tone soft and airy , carrying no THREAT in it whatsoever . The hatted man was clearly taunting her , toying with her as a cat would with a mouse . Yet , the PHOENIX was no mouse , nor was the intruder a cat . Even so ... in the absence of her LORD … she knew she needed to tread carefully . 

❝ NO ONE would willingly come to Hueco Mundo … unless they have a death wish . And you … ❞ the Lady lifted her hand , pointing her finger at him , ❝ … don't strike me as someone COURTING DEATH . ❞

❝ You'll have to FORGIVE me , then , ❞ she drawled out with measured diction , ❝ for not taking you at your word , ❛ mere shop-keep ❜ . ❞

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❝Oh, hm…collateral, then?❞ Kisuke mutters to himself, furrowing his brows. This was interesting. A new experiment? New excitement? Well, he had no reason to refuse this young man.

❝Alright, then.     Please follow me into the back.❞ He turns with a swirl of his haori, holding the curtain to the side for the other man.

❝Unless you'd like to have this discussion in public?❞ With a tilt of his head, Miguel can get the impression that the shop keeper is raising his eyebrow in expectation. Why would he want to discuss such things in the middle of a candy shop?

❝I hope operating theaters don't make you nervous, but I can also make do on the floor~❞ Teasing, teasing~ It was too tempting not to, for amusement and testing of his temperament.

They would end up going into the back (and seemingly farther than the actual building should allow), pass by many doors on the way to a large metal door. Down a run of stairs, and through a short corridor to an office, separated from an operating theater by a floor-to-ceiling window, with curtains on both sides of it. Kisuke sat down on a rolling chair, and picked up a keyboard to set in his lap, to take notes.

No cost was too great, in his estimation, if it brought an end to his affliction-- the operative word being if, of course; an effort that couldn't guarantee success. But then, what had he to lose?

Nothing, as it happened.

"My.... my soul?" That wasn't the word he wished to hear, at least not at such an early juncture. Fortunately, rarely taken aback for long, Miguel recovered quickly, gaze hardening as he stared intently at the hatted blond's obscured visage.

"If it was that simple, I wouldn't be here." A tangle of words that, when parsed, could be treated as he didn't know. For as extensive as his knowledge of his own warped biology was, whatever that Quincy had done to him seemingly altered something more than just his appetite alone. "That's... that's why I need you to check. I'm not sure."

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