Mamechiho had been wonderful that first time. He should have expected it, he supposed.
The look on the shopkeeper's face was interesting, especially how it changed when Yukimura was noticed. it was difficult to be civil, presentable, with those images in his head. Clearing his throat, Kuronue gave a slight bow, which was returned. He felt a little inadequately dressed to be called a danna, but he had the finances to back it up.
When he saw the kimono he almost gasped. It'd look wonderful on her. "Oh. That's beautiful. It would suit her." He stepped forward to the drawer, ran fingertips over the woven silk. He could already see it on her. "She picked this one out herself?" he asked, looking to the shopkeeper and then Yukimura. She had wonderful tastes, something he'd expected and was gratified to see.
He wondered if she liked light colours. He thought she'd look wonderful in a vivid blue with red and white under kimono. But this...it was a mark above what had been in the other stores.
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The look on the shopkeeper's face was interesting, especially how it changed when Yukimura was noticed. it was difficult to be civil, presentable, with those images in his head. Clearing his throat, Kuronue gave a slight bow, which was returned. He felt a little inadequately dressed to be called a danna, but he had the finances to back it up.
When he saw the kimono he almost gasped. It'd look wonderful on her. "Oh. That's beautiful. It would suit her." He stepped forward to the drawer, ran fingertips over the woven silk. He could already see it on her. "She picked this one out herself?" he asked, looking to the shopkeeper and then Yukimura. She had wonderful tastes, something he'd expected and was gratified to see.
He wondered if she liked light colours. He thought she'd look wonderful in a vivid blue with red and white under kimono. But this...it was a mark above what had been in the other stores.