After a solid forty-five minutes, the shopkeeper returns with a box of Twinkies bearing a 'best by' date actually within the current calendar year. "You're in luck! We located a crate in the freight elevator." He holds them out in offer. "Of course, there will be a 10% charge for extra service--"
“ The only ten percent you will be receiving is my good graces, Urahara. “
To make him, a momentous figure, wait for such a long-drawn duration for a solitary box of delicacies was utmost preposterous. ---- Hitsugaya could have merely gone to another shop - an establishment which would unmistakably and incomparably accommodate more agreeable consideration for its clients. - Though he was the chief imbecile amongst this excursion, this he realizes, to have come here to acquire his not so very known luncheon in the first place. “ ----- You could have saved us both a large amount of time by directly stating you didn’t have any. “ Twinkies now secured ‘neath his appendage, he pivots in the direction of the Shoten’s entrance. “ -- My eyes would have further been spared from seeing your old, revolting, person wearing nothing but a towel. I’m out of here. “ and akin to lightning striking, he flash-steps wholly out of sight. Understanding that he ought to never rely on Urahara with anything he values again.
