[It's been an hour, maybe two, since Urahara knocked on the door of Solve et Coagula, leading one Alois Trancy, formally known as Jim Macken, into the house so that the two brothers could be reunited. Now, with the boys cleaned up and tucked up together, Urahara offers them a gentle smile, a soft 'good night' and leaves them with the promise to come visit tomorrow morning before slipping downstairs, trusting Al to stay with them until they fall asleep.
Yet he doesn't head home. Not quite yet. Instead, he lets himself outside and draws water from the well, using some to wash the snot covered handkerchief Alois had returned to him before bringing the rest in to make tea. Standing in front of the stove as he waits for the kettle to boil, the shopkeeper pats his pockets tiredly, trying to remember if he had any of his own tea leaves with him. Soon though, he gives up and shuffles over to where Al keeps the tea, preparing two cups and setting it down on the table.
Glancing towards the stairs, then at the time shining up at him from the PCD, Urahara steps outside again, drawing out his rarely used kiseru pipe and carefully placing a ball of stringy kizami tobacco in the metal bowl. Carefully lighting it up with kidou, he leans back against the wall, letting the smoke curl up around him as he mentally reviewed all that had happened this evening.
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Date: 2012-10-15 03:31 am (UTC)Yet he doesn't head home. Not quite yet. Instead, he lets himself outside and draws water from the well, using some to wash the snot covered handkerchief Alois had returned to him before bringing the rest in to make tea. Standing in front of the stove as he waits for the kettle to boil, the shopkeeper pats his pockets tiredly, trying to remember if he had any of his own tea leaves with him. Soon though, he gives up and shuffles over to where Al keeps the tea, preparing two cups and setting it down on the table.
Glancing towards the stairs, then at the time shining up at him from the PCD, Urahara steps outside again, drawing out his rarely used kiseru pipe and carefully placing a ball of stringy kizami tobacco in the metal bowl. Carefully lighting it up with kidou, he leans back against the wall, letting the smoke curl up around him as he mentally reviewed all that had happened this evening.
And all that he'd learned.]