Your merch is bad and you should feel bad [Kisuke, Yugiri]

This guy, eventually Yugiri settled with just grabbing a random box and handing it to him. She didn't care what colour it was, from what she gathered it did not matter what colour since he gave her such a disparity in regards to which one was the appropriate one but she was prepared for the headache that would be him saying it was the wrong one. This man was just a walking tumour that brought only frustration.

"Here you go."

With a final burst of exertion, Kisuke stopped turning the device that was embedded in the Gigai and stashed it back behind the counter. Now, with his newly freed hand, he began probing the area that had been exposed by the tool's removal until he seemed to find a specific spot that he was searching for. A certain point of impact that would allow him to reinflate the device and restore some of those unsightly features to a more 'Yugiri-esque' appearance that she might have expected. A cursory glance was spared to the box now being offered out, noting quickly that it was none of the colours he had advised.

"Bubblegum Blue? Well alright, if the Lady insists. Certainly has a special kind of vibrancy to it."

Snatching the box from her hand with a speed that was perhaps alarming even to her, he cracked a cheeky smile once more before popping open the lid. Inside were several capsules that were of a shade similar to that on the box, of which he selected one and popped it into his mouth. Then he turned the box back over to her and offered it out as an invitation to take one.

"Not my favourite flavour, but it grows on you. Want one? They're on the house."

"Grrr. You are the most frustrating man I've had the displeasure of meeting, even more than that stupid Micah."

She said despite presuming that Urahara would not keep tabs to the point of seated shinigami, or even just keep tabs in general. Sure she had some collection of his history with his fame but the microcosm that was his own handling of things was and ideally, would remain a mystery to her.

"I don't want any candy, I'm not a kid you know."

Yugiri puffed out her chest at that one, wanting to try and make herself look as confident as possible. The appearance of a noble, despite the disgrace she had haunting her for that part of her life.

"Suit yourself, just means more for me. But don't go getting all jealous of my style."

He stuck out his tongue, almost like he was about to blow a raspberry in her direction, to showcase its new off-blue colour before placing a second sweet upon it and closing his mouth once more.

"Now, kid, time for the real magic."

Of course, he said it only because Yugiri had brought it up and the mocking intention was clear from how he enunciated it. Poking a little fun at her was an easy thing to do if she was going to continue to be so tightly wound up, but perhaps that was just his cover-up for a point of tension that he did not want to address - his own. The fact that she was right here, standing within touching distance, and yet he couldn't do anything. Or rather, if he did it would not end well for any involved.

Still, his attention had left her for a moment now and returned to her Gigai with genuinely serious intent. He was going to get one shot at this, or it was going to have to be rebuilt from the ground up. Fortunately for all involved, this was far from his first rodeo. Performing custom Kido was rather like magic, well, actually it was just magic. There was no like about it. The thought that, by such train of logic, he was one of the world's greatest magicians was not lost on him. A smirk danced across his lips as he weaved the spell into being as he inserted a second device into the aforementioned point of impact that he had gone to such lengths to create.

"Right, that should do it. Good as new, I reckon."