Kohaku YuX
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“Ah Lady Momori.” So it was her that was requesting the kimono. For as long as he could remember he always made her kimono for the town’s festivals. Honestly he should have been surprised then that she came asking for one now. “Ah well usually she never has a special request. She say’s every piece I make is a masterpiece so she’s happy with whatever I come up with." Though it was words such as those that just added pressure. Iki uttered. "Sounds like it should be an easy job then?" He suppose. She was rather easy to please. "I want to make sure she loves my kimono...." He uttered. Even if she was easy to please he was going to put just as much effort into this kimono as he did with all her other ones.
“Fireflies?” Kohaku stroked his chin. “Maybe.” But he was pulled from his thoughts at the question of supplies. “Ah….hmmm….I don’t think so…Well maybe just some fresh water.” He was going to have to wash the cloth before he could do any work to it.