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A fog cannot be dispelled by a fan
The front door opens, and a dashing (amazingly handsome, actually) figure in a black cape emerges out of the billowing smoke on the other side.
No, it isn't Batman.
He's a little put out you thought of some loony who wants to dress up as a blind flying mammal first. Honestly. Batman.
Anyway, Urahara, who is dashing and wearing a black (ish) cape, is the one who's just come in.
Coughing like a certain Shinigami captain, yes, but still, he's here. Permission to swoon granted.
The front door opens, and a dashing (amazingly handsome, actually) figure in a black cape emerges out of the billowing smoke on the other side.
No, it isn't Batman.
He's a little put out you thought of some loony who wants to dress up as a blind flying mammal first. Honestly. Batman.
Anyway, Urahara, who is dashing and wearing a black (ish) cape, is the one who's just come in.
Coughing like a certain Shinigami captain, yes, but still, he's here. Permission to swoon granted.