Happy Birthday, Shirou ...not that Shirou.

[bunny_flower]

Characters: Ukitake Juushirou (taichou_tb), Unohana Retsu (bunny_flower), Urahara Kisuke (mere_shopkeeper)
When: Evening of December 21st, aka one Ukitake Juushirou's birthday.
Where: Ukitake's house.
Rating: Let's say R to be safe. There will be some innuendo and probably some making out. Will change the rating and lock accordingly if it progresses further than that.
Summary: Unohana

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[mere_shopkeeper]

Urahara had long since fallen into the habit of keeping his reiatsu cloaked, no matter where he was. It wasn't hidden, there was no need for that anymore, but the familiar presence of it was muted, controlled, disguised to appear as much less than it actually was as all upper-level shinigami had trained themselves to do. But he took no distinct measure to hide himself from Unohana's notice (not that any such matters would have worked with her), and approached her with the usual faint clicks of his geta, a gentle hand on her shoulder and a light kiss on the top of her head.

"Good evening, Retsu-san~"

[bunny_flower]

She smiled to herself as she felt the presence approach, and the smile widened at the kiss and the gentle touch.

"Good evening, Kisuke-san... My my, you seem to be in a good mood tonight."

She winked at him and got up, chasing the dust from her haori.

"Shall we ...proceed, then?"

[mere_shopkeeper]

He grinned back at her, offering one arm out for the healer to take before they started on their way towards Ukitake's house. Not that it would take them very long. "Is Retsu-san saying that I'm usually not in a good mood~?"

[taichou_tb]

Ukitake could indeed sense Unohana's presence nearby, the realization bringing a smile to his face. He always liked knowing she was close, not just because of her healing skills, but also because he genuinely liked spending time with her. He had an idea of why she was close to his house, but he still grabbed his coat and scarf and headed to the door. Even if she might have been coming to see him, he could still make an effort to greet her.

Once outside (and he second-guessed his choice to come outside at all in this cold), he began to sense Urahara's reiatsu, as well, though much more controlled than Unohana's was at the moment. Yes, he definitely thought he knew what was up, then. Burying his face into his scarf, he looked down the road and waited for them to arrive, or at least pass by.