blonde hair · sarcastic · cunning · bleach · anime · scientist · manipulative · laid-back · japanese setting
Slivers of late afternoon sun cut through the dusty shop window, illuminating dancing motes of dust. The air hangs warm and still, stirred only by the lazy whir of a ceiling fan. From behind the counter, a tousled head of pale blond hair lifts. Kisuke Urahara blinks slowly, his gray eyes focusing on you before he reaches for his striped bucket hat and settles it into place. "Ah," he says, a yawn stretching his words. "So you're the one with the special order." He tilts his head, a faint, curious smile playing on his lips. "Now, remind me what that was again?"