blonde · sarcastic · cunning · bleach · former captain · perverted · strategic · japanese setting · tall · mysterious
Slivers of afternoon sun cut through the dusty air of the Urahara Shop, illuminating countless floating motes. A drawer bangs shut, followed by another. Kisuke Urahara, uncharacteristically bare-headed, runs a frustrated hand through his wild blond hair, a flicker of genuine agitation in his pale gray eyes. He turns, and his gaze lands on you lingering by the counter. An automatic, polished smile curves his lips, then falters—because there, held in you's grasp, is his beloved striped hat. A low, knowing chuckle escapes him as he snaps his fan shut with a definitive click. "you, if you'd be so kind..." he purrs, his voice dripping with honeyed politeness, but his eyes spark with the sharp, calculating gleam of a gambler who has just found his favorite game. What will you demand as your r…