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[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer holds up one of the little tea cups, examining it and its paint job critically. He has more paint on his hands and arms than the entire tea set has combined.]

I still can't tell if this is supposed to be a turtle or a... what, an elephant? Is that a trunk?

[The world may never know. He sets it down carefully with the other items.]

Now what, Kisuke? Wait for him to find them?

[At least Lucifer has warmed up a bit through this little activity.]

Comments

[mere_shopkeeper]

It's a dinosaur, a dinosaur! The one with the long necks!

_{[Complete with waving of arms from the shopkeeper that has paint on his face and even in his hair.]}

We need a box and gift wrapping paper~

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer smirks at him for the response, then nods at one of the cupboards]

There are boxes. I think we'll have to settle without the wrapping paper, unless you want to wrap it in a shirt.

[haori]

[Is that a fish on his teacup? He thinks it is. He knows it is. Whether or not the rest of the world agrees is a different story altogether.

Ukitake is quite possibly the cleanest of the boys, with only his fingers bearing evidence of this little adventure. And maybe a smudge on his cheek, but at least with his hair pulled back, it's less clean-up for him!]

Wrapping something in fabric is just as acceptable as paper.

[mere_shopkeeper]

But it's not as fun to tear off!

_{[Whine whine pout.]}

[thelightbringer]

You have a point.

[Lucifer gets a few books he's kept around for Castiel, and begins ripping out the pages to past over the box.]

[haori]

[Oh...oh dear. That poor book.]

...Well. I suppose you could always paint those to make it prettier.

[mere_shopkeeper]

_{[Flail! Before running over to stop the ripping of those poor books.]}

Not like that, Lucifer-san! I found some wrapping paper in the mall when I went looking earlier. It's a bit faded, but it looks prettier than poor book-san's pages.

[thelightbringer]

Kisuke. [Hand on his arm, to stop him from possibly curling over the book.]

It's a trashy romance novel. It needs to die.

[haori]

[...Oh.

Yep, that's a snort.]

[mere_shopkeeper]

_{[Still slightly hunching over it, though not as much as previously after hearing that.]}

Oh, but those are still fun to read! Or drink to.

[thelightbringer]

If I did that with Xerxes I'd have to do all the voices.

[THAT DOES NOT APPEAL TO HIM.

Besides that, neither he nor Break can get drunk.]

Anyway, I can make up something better than this. Listen at this:

Her embrace made his manhood swell like week-old roadkill on hot asphalt in the Georgia sun.

Jyuushirou, could you get into that?

[haori]

...Oh heavens, I think he needs a doctor more than...other activities.

[mere_shopkeeper]

_{[.....Peeking at the book now.]}

Maybe if I saved it for someone I didn't like...

[thelightbringer]

Like who?

[Give him the book, they can paint it into wrapping paper!]

[haori]

[Also curious for this answer.]

[mere_shopkeeper]

_{[He needs to think about this for a bit before he hands it back over to Lucifer.]}

I suppose Aizen-san would just burn it without looking at it first...

[thelightbringer]

You know, I've heard so much about this Aizen it's almost a shame I don't know what he looks like.

[He gives Urahara an innocent sort of smile]

But we could always burn him in effigy.

[haori]

[Ukitake tenses up somewhat at the mention of Aizen. He has his own problems with the man, of course, but none are nearly as personal as Urahara's history with him. He remains quiet and glances over at Urahara, ready to offer a distraction or explanation if need be.]

[mere_shopkeeper]

Glasses and messy hair, or no glasses and hair that's been slicked back, depending on when he is brought from. And wishes to think himself as God.

_{[He gives the description easily, and not without a reason behind it. There's a fifty-fifty chance that Lucifer will like him when he actually does arrive, but hey.]}

Ah, but I do rather like fire~

[thelightbringer]

[Not with a God complex, thankfully. Lucifer has to be the alpha dog in the room at all times; he's certain they'd clash.]

Well, you know how strict my upbringing was. I just can't handle blasphemy. Draw us a picture of him. We'll burn him in the fireplace.

Ah, and Jyuushirou, how are you at wrapping?

[haori]

[...Or the crisis could be averted, much to Ukitake's relief.]

I'm decent enough, I think.

[mere_shopkeeper]

<sub>[Dude, give him some credit, Ukitake~ It's not like he hates Aizen. He just doesn't like him too much.

Which is why he's handing the wrapping paper over and settling down to draw Aizen, tongue caught between his teeth as he does so.]</sub>

Here~!

_{[They are not very flattering pictures.]}

[thelightbringer]

Does he always walk like a gorilla?

[Lucifer gives Urahara a sidelong smirk, and then walks over to start the fire.]

/jumps in.

[bunny_flower]

[Unohana looks up from her own tea cup, which has a set of perfectly painted cheery blossoms on it. Her face, hands and uniform are pristine.

She smiles wrily at the pictures.]

No, he usually does not, Lucifer-san. But then again, he knows how to look extremely charming when he wants to.

... How long do we have to wait for these to dry?

[haori]

[He focuses his attention on Unohana. Her question is more pleasant conversation than making fun of Aizen, even if some less-than-flattering thoughts had gone through his mind about the other man before.]

I can't imagine it would be too long. Maybe if we enlisted the help of Urahara-san's fan...

[Have a smirk, Urahara. And put that wretched thing to good use.]