He really was easy to handle. Mention Urahara, and he'd bite even a bare hook.
Not bad.
"Bye, then?" Yuko waved and headed for the door. "I'll leave it to you, Captain Kurotsuchi~"
"Wait!"
Mayuri Kurotsuchi suddenly called after her.
"What is it?" Yuko stopped, feeling a little guilty.
Ten percent... It really was a bit low.
Come to think of it, the other captains were only getting thirty percent, the Female Shinigami Association another thirty, and she was taking thirty all by herself?
She had come up with the plan, sure, but wasn't that a little too shameless?
Mayuri Kurotsuchi ignored her reaction and pointed coldly at the chibi figurines on the table. "Where are the designs for everyone else? At least give me some drawings."
"Oh... that." Yuko paused and scratched her head. "Samples of just you and Nemu aren't enough. I really did forget."
So it wasn't about the profit split. Good.
"Let me borrow these."
Yuko returned to the table, picked up the paper and pen she had used earlier, and began sketching rapidly.
Mayuri Kurotsuchi walked over with a frown, expecting some astonishing artistic skill. One look at her drawings, though, and he nearly lost his composure.
"Can these things really sell?" he asked, exasperated, lifting the chibi Nemu. Anyone who didn't know better might have mistaken her for a potato with arms and legs.
Yuko glanced up. "Don't you think she's cute?"
"Cute?" Mayuri Kurotsuchi stared at the chibi Nemu for a while, then tossed her to Yuko. "How dull."
He wouldn't want one even if someone gave it to him.
"Dull? Then why do you want ten percent of the profits?" Yuko pursed her lips and put both figurines away.
She had made the two figurines from dirt she'd scooped up on her