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Characters: Cloud, Urahara.
Summary: Cloud decides to see if Urahara's arrived yet to catch up.
Time: Late morning.
Location: Urahara's office at the moment.
Warnings: None anticipated. Except maybe Urahara himself :O
It was hard to believe it was Cloud's third year at the school already, but he had come to like it here, for numerous reasons. One of those reasons, and one even he couldn't quite comprehend, was his odd friendship with one of the other instructors here. Infact, he was on his way to see him right now.
Ascending another fleet of stairs, the instructor made his way down the hallway at the top, eyes flicking over the room numbers along the way. And finally he reached room 389 where the sign read: Kisuke Urahara. He took a step towards the door and rapped his knuckles against it.
He couldn't tell if it was locked from out here and unable to see in enough to tell if precognitive instructor was within or not.
Summary: Cloud decides to see if Urahara's arrived yet to catch up.
Time: Late morning.
Location: Urahara's office at the moment.
Warnings: None anticipated. Except maybe Urahara himself :O
It was hard to believe it was Cloud's third year at the school already, but he had come to like it here, for numerous reasons. One of those reasons, and one even he couldn't quite comprehend, was his odd friendship with one of the other instructors here. Infact, he was on his way to see him right now.
Ascending another fleet of stairs, the instructor made his way down the hallway at the top, eyes flicking over the room numbers along the way. And finally he reached room 389 where the sign read: Kisuke Urahara. He took a step towards the door and rapped his knuckles against it.
He couldn't tell if it was locked from out here and unable to see in enough to tell if precognitive instructor was within or not.