[The 'ping' of someone trying to contact Al comes through late into the evening on Monday. Urahara's been busy helping clean up the city and arranging new things that he hasn't had time to sit down and reflect. When he does find a few minutes between then and now, though, Al's the first person he needs to talk to.
So he waits for the boy to pick up his PCD, grey eyes drifting over the surrounding flowers and plants. It seems to be a garden, but not anything that's ever been stumbled upon in Adstringendum. There's the sound of water lapping against the shore in the background, and wherever it is, Urahara seems to find it private enough that he lets some of his masks fall away.]
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Date: 2012-11-14 06:42 am (UTC)So he waits for the boy to pick up his PCD, grey eyes drifting over the surrounding flowers and plants. It seems to be a garden, but not anything that's ever been stumbled upon in Adstringendum. There's the sound of water lapping against the shore in the background, and wherever it is, Urahara seems to find it private enough that he lets some of his masks fall away.]