I must say that I did take a little longer than is my usual to adjust to this place. I have a truly exceptional record when it comes to recovering from jet lag, and an even better one to adapting to different environments. After all, there is much that can be gleaned from Berlin as well as Tokyo and, we mustn't forget, Manhattan.
But, really, putting me here without any of my beautifying products? And certainly, my so-called closet is filled with these drab, boring things. So last decade. My first thought was to blame Urahara, as this is precisely his sort of sabotage and nothing like my brilliant plans to spark some life into my models, no, not at all.
And this city is a very poor excuse for a city. These buildings, darlings! It's ghastly. And what some of you are wearing. I do have things I'd rather be doing, of course, and obligations to meet, but if I must stay, then I will offer my services.
Not only am I a genius, but I am fierce.
You may call me Ishida Uryuu, by the way, or Kubo Tite. Yes, yes: the designer of BLEACH.
[ooc: SORRY UH BACKDATED TO CURSE WEEKEND. Blame Britt. ): Look it's Sunday in Cali, OKAY? Blah blah
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