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Get Naked! [Completed]

Character(s): Yoruichi & Urahara
Content: The two go out and search for... a tailor.
Setting: Begins at Morem o Lisboa, will end... uh, whenever they find said tailor? Yeah, I'll edit this part later.
Time: Friday Morning.
Warnings: None, sadly.

She had ventured outside earlier during the morning to see if there was anything going on. Thankfully, everything seemed to be okay and nobody didn't seem to want to chase Yoruichi now that she was in her human form. Although they did stare at her some.

In a city that only had blonde-haired people with pale skin and blue eyes, Yoruichi stuck out like a sore thumb. The strange clothes she was wearing wasn't making things any better for her either.

For her, clothes were annoying to wear and restricting. This much she already knew. But being forced to wear Urahara's robes was even more troublesome, and somewhat humiliating. The green look may have been good for him, but it did nothing for Yoruichi. Of course, it didn't bother her so much that she was wearing green. What didn't set well with her was... she was wearing Urahara's clothes.

She would've rather been naked than wear these, but he had a point in that said nudity would've caused problems for her and the locals here.

"Move it, Kisuke. I want to get out of these as quickly as possible." she demanded, waiting for him outside his room.

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"Ah~ But Yoruuuiiichiii~~ Staying handsome is such a task~" His voice was obnoxiously cheery this morning. Yoruichi's annoyance only made the shopkeeper grin wider. He knew how much she wanted to get out of the clothing he had lent her, thus, he took his good ol' time getting ready. Kisuke knew he couldn't push the fold too much though, and quickly pulled on his work shoes. The door swung open, and he was greeted by a most impatient Yoruichi.

"My princess! Your escort hath arrived in order to bring you forth to acquire clothing of the finest brand!" The blonde swept into an overdramatic bow, his already mussed bangs falling in his eyes.

"Shall we venture forth, Oh beautimous one?"

Having been together for so long, both Yoruichi and Urahara knew pretty much all there was to know about each other. Though Urahara's obvious immaturity, knowing what bothered Yoruichi was a dangerous thing. Thankfully, she knew how to keep in line at least.

She stared at Urahara and waited for him to stop being so dramatic before saying anything.

"If you're done, then yes, let's go."

The two went stepped outside Morem O Lisboa, where the locals were once again quick to stare at the dark-skinned beauty.

"Well Kisuke, you've been here longer than I have. Which way to the nearest tailor?"

Yoruichi, he noticed, just stared and stood through his crazy theatrics, a bored expression on her face. Figures, she was so used to it by now that it didn't really bother her anymore. Well-- on occasion he was still able to get his friend to be duly annoyed/irritated/flustered by his over-dramatic comments. Just not today. Oh well... time to move on.

The pair stepped outside the Morem o Lisboa, and immediately, eyes turned to them. Or rather, to his partner. Kisuke looked too much like the people of Paixao for him to be really noticed. Yoruichi on the other hand, was something they've probably never seen before.

"The tailor~~ Is in that direction." A bony hand came up, pointing left, and down the street some. He started to walk, hands shoved in his pockets due to the chill. The watchful Paixaoins didn't take their eyes off of his partner, and it was starting to really irritate him.

He wasn't jealous, not at all.

So he actually knew where to find a tailor? This should be good, or convinient at least.

She walked down the street with Urahara, all while trying not to make that much eye contact with the other passerbys. Though she did look and sneak a grin at a few of them. Yoruichi found it amusing that every time she did so, it made them walk by them faster and quicker, or around them entirely. They all seemed to really wary of her, which to be honest, was a pretty strange but funny.

At least it was better than being chased around as a cat.

"Great reactions everywhere I go. But I bet they'd be even better even I didn't have these on." Yoruichi looked down at herself and at the green robes she was wearing. "Wouldn't you agree?" She looked at Urahara and saw the somewhat disgruntled expression he was carrying. Yoruichi knew him well enough to figure out what was going on with him.

"What's this? Kisuke, are you... could you be... jealous?" she said, looking at Urahara with a grin on her face.

Kisuke, in attempt to mask his jealousy, carefully avoided all eye-contact with the people of Paixao. His grey eyes were cast downwards, appearing to be very interested in the tips of his plain dress shoes. It didn't help that his beautiful partner was trying to get a reaction from him, what with all of her mischievous glances and grins.

Everytime one caught such a glance though, they walked quickly past. It brought a strange satisfaction to Urahara, knowing that. At least none of them had tried to make conversation with the woman. That probably would've caused him to emit a reaction---one he may have regretted at a later date. Though, this was something he would never ever say.

"Ohh~ I think you look fantastic in green." A grinned tugged at the ends of his lips as he flicked his eyes back, looking at the pouty Yoruichi. The grin soon disappeared and raised eyebrows took its place.

"Jealous? Life is too short to be jealous my Yoru~" He waved a hand, brushing the accusation off.

Kisuke was not about to admit that he was.

"Jealous? Life is too short to be jealous my Yoru"

In other words, yes, he was jealous. For her, it was as apparent as the hat he was wearing. But she wasn't going to tell him that she had seen right through his little 'act'. Although the thought watching him trying to come up with some weak excuse was a rather amusing one.

Ah well, there was always next time to look forward too.

"If you say so, Kisuke." Yoruichi dropped the subject after that, and moved on to a more important matter. Ichigo's upcoming 'hollow suppression training'. That was the name she had picked for tonight's little event.

"So, about later tonight... Where do you plan on holding it?" She paused and looked at him. "You used that spacious basement of yours last time, but we no longer had that."

Ah, she was changing the subject. She probably knew his current feeling then. Well, it was hard not to see through each other anymore, considering they had known the other for so long. Couldn't hide anything. Which was difficult, because Urahara was one with many things to hide.

"Tonight~ I haven't given it too much thought, y'know? They say if you think too much you'll get wrinkles~~" His smirking countenance was back, although he was anything but smiling on the inside. Tonight would be the training with Ichigo, and the shopkeeper knew he couldn't afford to mess up. Otherwise, there would be nothing left of Ichigo and everything left of the Hollow inside.

Truly, he had given the area much thought, but still hadn't settled on one place. The city was pretty big, but there weren't really any huge open fields to set up a barrier in. Well-- there was, but it was a little too far away.

"Hm. My genius will figure something out super quick, don't worry my Yoru~ Don't want you to get old too fast~~"

Yoruichi would have pointed out that Urahara looked older than he did for a man his age, but thought it'd be better to those comments to herself for now. Knowing him, he'd probably throw a fit and cause them to waste even more time. "Well, let me know when that 'genius' of yours does come up with something."

After some more talking and walking, the duo eventually arrived at the tailor they were looking for. Finally, Yoruichi would be able to rid herself of these hideous clothes and wear something less... eye catching.

"Are you sure this is the place? Doesn't look like a tailor to me."

Of course, Yoruichi hadn't actually been to one in over a century so what did she knew?

"Of course it's a tailor! You doubt me?" Kisuke turned, peering at his companion curiously. The hint of a grin curled up his lips, but it was more out of self-amusement than anything else. He swept his arm up grandly, pushing the door open and bowing overdramatically.

"Ladies first." The blonde waited for a moment, grey eyes flicking to the side. His curiousity was piqued about this tailor. He wondered if tailors here were the same as they were back on Earth or even in the Soul Society. Probably. A blonde haired, blue eyed lady sat at a desk, doing long strokes of practice stitching. Well, at least she was keeping herself busy. Kisuke cleared his throat, attracting the attention that the little tinkling bell had not caught. The lady noticed this time, and dropped her stitching promptly.

"Oh dear me, I'm so sorry! How can I help you?"

((OOC: sorry for the wait. O_O Haven't been able to pump out something good enough until today. Uhm, also-- I know Ang likes to have even the NPCs listed in the character thing. If you could just add on the tailor NPC to character(s) thing up there? :D))

Sure enough, the female tailor had blonde hair, pale skin and blue eyes. No surprise there. Well, as long as she was capable of doing what Yoruichi had in mind, it didn't matter that she looked like everybody else here. She only hoped that Urahara would behave while she was here. But when did he ever?

"Can you sew up an outfit for me?" Yoruichi reached into her robe and took out a folded up piece of paper. On it was a... fairly mediocre drawing (though not nearly as bad as that Kuchiki girl's) of herself wearing mostly orange and black clothes. "I want it to look exactly like this drawing, if you don't mind."

The blonde tailor nodded busily, bustling around to get materials. Urahara peeked over at the drawing his partner had procured with slight interest. How...lovely. It reminded him of the drawings that Kuchiki Rukia had done. Yes, just as simple and scribbly. Any other person would've thought the drawing was endearing, at least, a little bit.

But this was Kisuke, here. His wide mouth curled up in a teasing smile, a joking glimmer already in his grey eyes.

"I hope she doesn't make your outfit exactly like the drawing. It would be a disaster."

Stuffing the paper back into her green robe, Yoruichi looked at Urahara with an unamused expression. He knew it all to well by now. Although Yoruichi remained quite, her face said at it all. But just in case he needed to be reminded...

"Kisuke, maybe you shouldn't talk any more for a while. I may take what you say the wrong way and who knows what might happen. Something unfortunate, no doubt. And also..."

Yoruichi paused for a moment before looking at her robes and grimacing again.

"I can think of no greater disaster than me having to keep wearing these."

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