Urahara stared at the small box in his palm, which lay open before him. The thin, elegant band of silver stared back at him, intricately carved. It hadn't been easy to obtain, and he'd ended up looking at just shy of one hundred such rings before finding the one that was right.
Snapping the box shut, he slipped it into his front pocket. Tonight he'd gone all out, wearing a dark black suit with matching shoes, his hair more tamed than usual. He brushed his hands over his jacket a few times before choosing to stand at the window as he awaited Byakuya's arrival.
Around the corner from Urahara's shop, Byakuya stopped and adjusted his shirt, reaching up for his tie and realizing belatedly that it wasn't there. Earlier that evening, he had accepted Rukia's hesitant offer to help him with his clothes and took her suggestion to do without the tie. She said it was what Vogue for Men had said in the last issue and he had just nodded like he understood.
Byakuya took a deep breath before resuming the walk to Urahara's, slipping his hands into his pockets as he got closer. He paused briefly in the open area in front of the shop when he saw Urahara's figure in the window. The corner of his mouth twisted up a little in amusement and he purposely looked the other way as he finally made his way to the door.
Urahara spotted Byakuya and removed his hand from his pocket, using it to slide open the door. He leaned against the frame, his appearance radiating patience as he took in Byakuya's form, eyes darkening as he noticed the small bit of exposed skin at the top of Byakuya's shirt - something his fingers itched to brush against, the way they had the first night he'd kissed Byakuya, over a year ago.
"You're early, ne?" he said casually, his face breaking into a soft smile. "You look edible. ^_^"
Instead of answering, he stared instead, having a bit of trouble believing it was really Urahara standing in front of him. Realizing he had been staring for quite some time, Byakuya coughed softly and raised his arm to check his watch. "Do you require another five minutes to make yourself more decent?" he asked, trying to sound like he wasn't flustered.
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Snapping the box shut, he slipped it into his front pocket. Tonight he'd gone all out, wearing a dark black suit with matching shoes, his hair more tamed than usual. He brushed his hands over his jacket a few times before choosing to stand at the window as he awaited Byakuya's arrival.
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Byakuya took a deep breath before resuming the walk to Urahara's, slipping his hands into his pockets as he got closer. He paused briefly in the open area in front of the shop when he saw Urahara's figure in the window. The corner of his mouth twisted up a little in amusement and he purposely looked the other way as he finally made his way to the door.
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"You're early, ne?" he said casually, his face breaking into a soft smile. "You look edible. ^_^"
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Instead of answering, he stared instead, having a bit of trouble believing it was really Urahara standing in front of him. Realizing he had been staring for quite some time, Byakuya coughed softly and raised his arm to check his watch. "Do you require another five minutes to make yourself more decent?" he asked, trying to sound like he wasn't flustered.
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