[ she did hear; eyes turning to him with something akin to understanding—annoyed as she may be it served a purpose too. gin has to trust him here, especially since they have gone from 'casual reunion of mobsters' to 'urahara-san is someone someone here wants dead'. how they went from a to f gin is still trying to figure out, and once they've finished she's going to question how urahara even crossed paths with fukuchi's group. ]
We should try not to make a scene.
[ she takes another turn, down towards what leads to a service corridor and then stops. ] Urahara Kisuke, just who are you really? [ but she doesn't get an answer as the man sent after them appears at the other end, walking with a steady stride she is familiar with. she knows this walk very well, the intention to kill.
a hand is already on the hilt of her preferred weapon of choice: knives, long and pointy. ]
no subject
We should try not to make a scene.
[ she takes another turn, down towards what leads to a service corridor and then stops. ] Urahara Kisuke, just who are you really? [ but she doesn't get an answer as the man sent after them appears at the other end, walking with a steady stride she is familiar with. she knows this walk very well, the intention to kill.
a hand is already on the hilt of her preferred weapon of choice: knives, long and pointy. ]