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[Today was Kanji's turn in his ma's shop. She had other things to do and he wanted to take a chance to run the shop himself! So, he was working on his own things, helping customers find things and pick up whatever they may need. He had been in here so many times, he knew exactly what to do. Maybe handling the money wasn't really his thing but everything else about this place was. And he hoped that someday he would be able to take over. That was his dream.

It was a quiet period of time, and he was just cleaning up some supplies from something he was making when he heard the door open. He usually knew most of the people that came in here but this guy was a new face! So he smiled and moved to stand up.]

Hey there! Welcome to Tatsumi Textiles!

[He was smiling. Hoping that the guy wasn't scared off. Some people had been!]

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[Good looking and perhaps a centimetre or two taller then him and defiantly with more visible muscles. Not that he was missing out on those, he just hid them under his yukata. That and his tattoo covered back.]

Do you have something that would look good to make a kimono out of?

[He needed an excuse to be here and that was the best one he could come up with right away.]

We do.

[He's looking at him, trying to look into his eyes. He... shit... he was cute as hell. He looks away and reaches to grab a floral print.]

This would look good. Is it summer or winter?

[Since Rihan appeared as a human his hair didn't stood out like it normally did and was simply gathered in a ponytail and his normally yellow eyes now looked dirty brown. Small changes, but big enough to look like a normal human.]

It is a really nice fabric.

[That it truly was. Something his mother would have liked if she would still be alive to this day.]

And a winter one.

[He flashed a charming smile to the handsome young man. In his eyes he was already an adult and it was hard to think in human terms when it came to age. In other words he tried hard no to start flirting.]

Yeah, I think my ma picked it out. She really likes makin' kimonos.

[He hums a bit and shows it off a bit better.]

Think this might work. Unless you see 'nother pattern.

[There's a thought going through his mind and he shouldn't say it, he shouldn't say it, he shouldn't say it...]

I'm sure you've got good taste.

[Fuck why did he say it.]

It is a nice pattern, but I would love to see some others as well.

[He had to stall for time and not buy anything. He wasn't here to buy. Unless he would just for the sake that the personal here was sexy. Very sexy. And his mind wasn't doing as he wanted in not giving him weird imagines.]

Oh, thank you very much.

[Well, he doesn't know what else the guy is here for so he always takes this job very seriously. He pulls out a pattern of blue stripes going to the right. He holds it up.]

Kinda simple but it's more the thing I like to make things with.

[Still kind of red.]

[Rihan let a finger trail down one of the stripes. He liked striped fabric if his yukata with its green and black stripes didn't told about that.]

Nothing wrong with simple. It is my personal favourite.

Uh, yeah! Yeah I can tell.

[He put the fabric down for a moment and went over to him to look at his yukata... and placed a hand on his arm and blinked.]

A... ah, sorry. I just wanna take a look. Is that okay?

[The hand on his arm made him blink, but he didn't backed or shrugged it away. It kind of felt right to have it there and he flashed another grin.]

Of course. Look as much as you like.

[It was an old yukata he had on. About 200 years or so. Young in his mind, but not a humans.]

[So he did, he looked carefully around the front, placing his hand to check for seems and just... touching him all over. Except for his ass and his pelvic area. But he got really close there. His face was completely red.]

L... looks good on you. Seems to be an older one...

[Trying not to sound all that nervous. And failing.]

[Rihan stayed still while his clothing got inspected and he glanced over at the teen. He still looked as good as ever and that red face was adorable. He felt something inside of him that he hadn't felt in a long time.]

Thank you. Yeah I guess it has a few years on it.

[Enough to bust him with not being that normal if he didn't tell that it had been passed down in his family.]

Looks like it, definitely. Must be somethin' from your father, right?

[He could assume, seeing as Rihan didn't look any less human than he did. So he was going to go with that train of thought and hope it didn't fail him at all.]

Fits you good too. I... I can tell.

[Looking right at the ass right now, from where he's sitting.]

Yes it is.

[Kind of true. His old man had bought it for him back in the days, but not owned it. If he wasn't such a small old man he would still walk around in his old clothes that dated back even longer.]

You really do have good eyes. Does it come with the trade?

Uh, y... yeah. You gotta have good eyes.

[He ran his fingers over the fabric, humming a bit, trying not to look up at him.]

Messin' up any bit of the fabric could really hurt it. So I gotta have a good eye, y'know. ...I got a good eye for a lotta things.

Tell me more about it.

[He smirked at the young company he had. This was interesting in its own way even if he wouldn't be able to have eyes like that.]

Well... if you don't get the seams right, it's really hard to get 'em all out and you've wrecked that fabric. It ain't gonna look good anymore.

[Gonna fix up your yukata, and try not to touch too frequently.]

So I gotta make sure that I get it right the first time. And it's a lotta work. That's why it costs a lot to do... but I'm happy with it!

you really know a lot about sewing. I'm more well read in different sword styles.

[He had to be or he might lose his head if he entered a real fight. The things you had to do while leading a whole clan of yakuza demons.]

But the world would be very boring if we all knew the same things.

Yeah! Who the hell did ya think made your outfit?

[He laughed a bit, looking up at him.]

Everyone knows a lot 'bout somethin'. It's why everyone's useful, right?

Indeed. Just think how this time would look like if no one knew how to fight back in the old days.

[Then this country wouldn't exist as its own today. And if no one knew how to sew then everyone would be naked. Not that he had much shame in his body. Why he let the teen look and touch him as much as he wanted.]

Yeah. So we don't gotta learn how to fight now.

[He knew how to fight. Street fight, at least. And that had to count for something, after all, right? He hoped. His fingers rubbing over his legs.]

...Y'work out? You got lots of... muscles.

[He's starting to get redder here.]

You want to see for yourself if I work out?

[That wasn't what he was supposed to say. No flirting and he had ore or less asked if the other wanted to see his naked body. But he couldn't help himself. The other was starting to get such a lovely colour in his face and he was really good looking.]

Sorry. That was out of place.

Well... uh... not here. I... I mean, somewhere else, yeah.

[Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, wait. Wait, did he just... say no to that too? Shit, Kanji couldn't win and now he was completely red.]

S... sorry! Sorry! [Goddammit...]

[That wasn't a refusal. In fact it sounded more like the blonde wanted to go along with his silly words. It was only to find out if that was true or not.]

So you would like to see? I wouldn't mind showing.

...Y... yeah... I kin... kind of do...

[The blonde was absolutely red all across his face, rubbing his face with his hands now.]

...Maybe upstairs?

That works for me.

[It would work just splendid for him. First off he wouldn't risk being spotted through the mirror by his men and he would get some private time with the blonde and that currently was worth a lot.]

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