He was writing feverishly at his desk when insistent rapping broke his concentration. A glance to the left, big red numbers displayed two thirty-three. Who in the… He moved brusquely to the door, irritation crawling over his body. A brief moment of "reaching outward" and he knew the spiritual energy to be that of the shady shopkeeper. Unlocking the bolt, he yanked open the door being sure to display just how very put out he felt.
"What do you want?" A dark eyebrow arched over his patented steely blue gaze.
Not phased in the least, the blonde stepped around the increasingly agitated Quincy holding what looked to be a small bundle of blankets.
"Ev'ning Uryu! Nice place you have here." The blonde's inquisitive gray eyes trailed over the near bare walls and room. There was a small kitchenette that seated two, a couch in the conjoined sitting room, and a massive ornate wooden bookshelf filled with literary jewels, medical books, and memoirs.
"Uruhara…." The brunette's tone was low and dangerous, filled with a promise of bodily injury.
"Yes, yes. To the task at hand." A bright smile plastered to his face. "Uryu, as you know, I am a very busy man. Owning my own business, customer satisfaction and all that."
That guy is lucky to have three customers in a year. He was beginning to lose feeling in his fingers, mottled and clenched, from the restraint being used from not throttling the blonde standing in his apartment.
Turning to face the slow boiling rage that was Uryu, he continued. "That being said, I need you to take care of this for me." The bundle was gently pushed at the brunette's chest.
"You came here, at this gods' forsaken hour, interrupting my studies, to have me do your laundry?"
"Don't be silly. I'm a grown man completely capable of laundering my own clothing." His hand waving dismissing the notion.
"Then what do you want me to do with this…this… whatever it is?" His brows were knitted, thoroughly perplexed with the older man's intentions. He turned the bundle this way and that eliciting a small mumbling noise from within.
The brunette efficiently distracted, Urahara backed slowly towards the door. He was out in the hall, door shut silently behind him when he heard it.
"WHAAA!? Urahara! Get your sneaky ass back here! What do I do with it?!"
Flash step was the blondes best friend as he high tailed it back to his shop, grin fit to split his face.