Aqua gives a happy trill to watch as Urahara headed for the tablet. Her plop onto the floor soon followed by the kitten chasing his left foot to then pounce on it the moment he stops moving. Her little tongue licking in between his toes as she lays right on his foot for maximum tickles.
The tablet background is revealed to be a photograph of a cliffside by the sea. Probably the famous Cliffs of Moher in Ireland. The videos recorded labeled by date and time to keep things somewhat organized. So it’s easy for Urahara to see that there were several videos recorded that night. The first one being of Adelha serving Urahara dinner in her pristine kitchen. That consisting of beef brisket with red potato salad and corn on the cob. Their drinks looking to be some kind of mead for Aqua to try sniffing Adelha’s glass before making the cutest ‘Yuck!’ face imaginable. Urahara’s snicker audible on the video for Adelha to scoop the kitten up and give her a kiss on the head. Four Tibetan Mastiff puppies nibbling on their kibble as Adelha turns the camera to them. Urahara soon saying how they have good appetites after such grueling play time. Adelha humming a happy notation to comment that they are good puppies.
The second video consists of Urahara and Adelha sitting on the back porch from the look of things. Their Furby friend lounging on the lounge chair as Adelha brushes the biggest Tibetan Mastiff that is basically in her lap. Urahara currently brushing a very growling Aqua as she does her absolute best to fight the brush. While another man is sitting with two of the Tibetan Mastiffs. That person being a broad man with a mohawk. Adelha speaking to him to call him Claude. Which means he is Go Koga of the Bounts. His stoic expression softening as he says something to Adelha in German. Urahara giving a laugh when Aqua ends up hopping out of his lap to steal the brush right out of his hand. Dragging the brush away to drop it off the back porch and purr in triumph. Both Adelha and Urahara openly laughing as Claude scoops the kitten up to scold her and tap her on the nose as the puppies wag their tails. Urahara fetching his glass from off screen to down the rest of what looks to be some green liquid in a shot glass. His toes visibly curling as he smacks his lips to note that this absinthe is amazing.
The third video is the final one from last night. The tablet recording the bedroom Urahara is currently standing in. Adelha sitting beside Urahara as he looks three sheets to the wind for his giggling to soon turn to sad sobs. Lamenting how he has failed in so many ways. That he isn’t good enough for Adelha to do something surprising. She turns him to hug him tight and let him cry on her shoulder as Aqua climbs into his lap. The shop keeper shivering as Adelha sings to him a soft tune in German. Which has Urahara relax and sigh to seemingly fall asleep by the end of the song. Aqua climbing over to the pillows as Adelha shifts Urahara to get him properly in the bed. Giving him a kiss to the corner of his mouth to the sit on the bed and watch him sleep. Soon taking off her evening gloves to place that burned hand in his own. Her words filled with love and favor as she watches him sleep. “My heart embraces you, Kisuke. You’ve given more than enough to all of us. So you really do not need to apologize. Whenever you need rest and comfort, I will gladly provide. Sleep well.”
Adelha soon gets up off the bed to head for where the tablet is recording. Picking it up to look right into the camera. Her own eyes gleaming with unshed tears as, of all things, a small serpentine dragon appears in the frame. A low rumble soon followed by words. “It is almost time, my other half. But I am sure your expected guest will not tease you too much. If anything, they will make a show of pouting that Aqua isn’t going to be chasing them about the house.” Adelha nods to chuckle and sigh. “I know the time, Doragon. We still have to do the dishes and recycle the absinthe bottle. And hide Kisuke’s geta?” The dragon openly grins to laugh a warm sounding purr. The video stopping on Adelha’s sad yet loving smile for her Doll to be right by her head.
The videos from the previous evening were proving to be entertaining enough, just up to the moment he became the star. Oh, dear... despite the privacy of the room, he felt his face flush in reaction to his own behavior. It wasn't that he typically had a good poker face -- on the contrary, he was all too aware of his failures in that arena despite his best efforts, and here he was laying all his cards on the table, even ones he kept telling himself weren't in his hand. He supposed he had the green fairy to thank for that... absinthe makes the heart grow fonder, they do say—
He sighed deeply, wincing in mild disgust, and was just about to lay the tablet aside, when his eye was caught by a flash of silver behind Adelha's head. "Oh—" he gasped softly, his previous chagrin all but forgotten, as he watched in fascination the tiny scaled creature that adorned her shoulder. He'd never seen Adelha's doll, had he? "Doragon," he murmured under his breath, committing the name to memory.
He lay the tablet thoughtfully upon the hall table where he'd found it, and made his way absently to the bath, where he turned on the hot tap and let it run until the water felt warm on his hand, his thoughts on the events of the night before. Bits and pieces came floating back as he filled the European-style tub. It was the first he could recall speaking with Claude; he wished he could recall more of that conversation... ah, was that bubble bath? He spied an enticing bottle of the magical liquid perched on the edge of the tub.
"Don't mind if I do~" He tipped the contents to mingle them with the filling flow, and soon the scent of lavender filled the air. He chuckled as he shed his jinbei on the tile floor. He ought to have guessed. Well, now he, too, could soak thoroughly in her favored scent, he reflected as he sank into the bath—whatever advantage that might give him. He hoped it would be enough to offset the effects of having slept in his clothes... in which he'd have no choice but to re-dress afterwards. He let himself marinate for some time, reflecting on the images that filled in the blanks left by too much indulgence, until his fingers and toes were wrinkling like prunes.
"Well..." he announced to himself with some self-derision, "I suppose I can't avoid breakfast forever..." Green tea with honey did sound promising, though he doubted Adelha would restrain her cooking to a simple rice porridge for the course. He wondered if there might be blackberries, given her earlier taste of them—ah well, as long as it was nothing too exotic... The water had grown tepid by now anyway, and he hauled himself from it, taking a towel conveniently laid out for him from the counter, patting himself down and vigorously rubbing his head until his flaxen locks resembled their typical style. Having finally dressed again, he wandered out and down the stairs, bare feet marking tile, hardwood and the occasional carpet, until he'd found his way into the kitchen.
"What's for breakfast?~" he smiled, experimentally sniffing the air.
