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Little Kitty....

Hisaki smelled fabric. More specifically, he smelled silk. He loved silk. The problem was.. more often than not.. silk did not love him. His claws had a tendency to pop out unexpectedly, and.. compromise, the fabric. Never a good thing. Regardless, the smell of the smooth textiles drew him in like a moth to flame, and before he knew it, he was moving fast as a lightning bolt towards the source. Nearly dropping to all fours in anticipation. So great was his excitement, that before he knew it, he had shifted into his cat form, the small padded feet of his feline alter-ego making swift work of the branches and hill-tops that lay between him and his precious silk. As it turned out, the source of the smell was a rather cute shop. Blast. A shop meant that he would not be able to play with the silk without buying some of it. He spent a few moments sulking, before his curiosity got the better of him and he was forced to move closer.
Within the walls of the shop, Saki found himself very much at home. The shop was very clean, and had plenty of open space for him to move around in, especially as a kitty. More importantly, an absolutely adorable female was present. If kitties could smile, Saki would be. His padded feet struck again the floor silently, swiftly moving his body to where the girl stood, at which point he promptly rubbed against her shin, and let out a long purr. It really was so easy to get close to people as a kitty-cat..

....Wants to Play

Little Kitty....

The woman apparently like kitties.. this was good. Well, he could not be certain that she liked kitties, but at least she didn't dislike kitties, which meant that he got to have a nice ear scratch. It had been a while, after all. He didn't particularly like bouncing about squad eight in kitty form, since the people there knew him, and were likely to cause trouble. Instead, he chose to wander around the less-visited portions of the rukon, and Soul Society, where he would be seen as 'just a stray cat'. He enjoyed the characterization.
After purring for several seconds, he decided that it would be best to have some play time with the pretty girl. After all, she seemed nice enough, and he doubted that she would be the type to attack him if he scared her. Besides, he could take care of himself. The transition from kitty-to-man was rather fast, and consisted mostly a quick hazing of the lines, expansion of the body, and sharpening of the details, leaving behind a much larger white-haired young shinigami, clad in a white wrap for a shirt, and loose black-silk pants, for now he chose to not wear his usual tabi, but he had his tail wrapped around his left arm, and his head leaned back against the girl's foot, with his eyes staring up at her, and her hand still scratching him behind the ears.
"Well now, I would not call myself a stray exactly.. but I'm definitely not domesticated." His voice held a lazy quality to it, and still a light rumble of the former purr, which floated out from his face with warm breath, accentuated by his heated reiatsu.

....Wants to Play

Little Kitty....

Saki was definitely having fun now. It seemed that the cute little woman before him was one of those polite types, who, incidentally, were also the easiest to tease. Oh yes, this would be fun indeed. He bent forwards slightly, spinning on his left hip as he did, so that his body rotated as he sat up, turning himself around to face the girl, while simultaneously landing in a cross-legged position.
"Ohayooo!" He flashed a toothy grin at the pretty girl, exposing some of his.. sharper, teeth. "S'very nice to meetcha, Miss Tsubame." His voice maintained the light purr, but was much more upbeat this time, giving him a playful undertone. "S'the first time I've met a full-blown vice captainy-person-thing before." He cocked his head to the side, as if examining a toy, "My name's Hisaki Kedamono, but you c'n just call me Saki, or Saki-chan, or even kitty-cat if y'd like. It really doesn't make a difference to me." He shrugged returning his head to a normal position, then looking about the shop a bit, admiring the fancy clothes-things. "This's very nice work, by the way, Miss Tsubame." He winked playfully at the girl, "You do all this stuff y'self?" It was more of a redundant question really, as Saki's nose would have been able to pick out any differences in hands that had handled the fabric, but he felt that it made for interesting conversation nonetheless.

....Wants to Play

Little Kitty....

Saki was definitely intrigued by the concept of how fabric was made, especially since the girl who was about to show him had a cute butt, and that was definitely something that intrigued him perhaps a bit more than the fabric. Kitties were like that sometimes.
"I'd love to see how they're made." His voice was still slightly rumbly, playful even, but still serious. He was at least curious about the process of making fabrics, especially clothing, considering that he often got very bored with his clothes.
Saki pulled himself off of the floor with little effort, gracefully sidling along behind the girl, wherever she might be going.

....Wants to Play

Stopping mid-stride, a new presence came to Tsubame's attention, causing her to turn back around in the small doorway to the backroom long enough to gaze past Hisaki. Noting the masked man staring intently at her she moved with purpose to smile courteously at Hisaki, passing by with care and hopes that he would be alright with a delay in her demonstration. No, she stopped a few feet from the stranger and issued a small but appropriately placed bow. "May I help you?" Asked with gentle intent, Tsubame's tri-colored eyes remained friendly, however she was turning over images in her head. Dark hair and a mask, hadn't she read a delayed report of a new squad member two days prior? Considering that the little Vice Captain had been busy bustling between her home in the Rukongai, the Sandtable and wading through an ocean of paperwork, it was a miracle that she could recall the single report from the hundreds in the past few days.

Tsubame's demeanor remained genuinely friendly while continuing to sift through the images to try and match her mystery guest to the report, "I was just about to offer a demonstration on the loom process for creating fabrics, but if your here for clothing or anything else, please don't hesitate to catch my attention."

Many weeks later

In typical fashion, Tsubame was tending her small trade store, after an arduous day of rearranging files, running hither and dither for information and the like. Now, it was detox time, catharsis to let the stress of the day float away and out her shop door. On that matter, Tsubame wasn’t actually at her loom, or hand painting or painstakingly stitching a new garment. She was at her low front table, holding her zanpakutou to the light and eyeing the edge. “Where are you…”

Whispering to herself, Tsubame’s hand, holding a small bit of silk whizzed along the back of the sword and scrubbing at a small spot near the tsuba. Removing the white fabric, she smiled triumphantly as a tiny speck of gray brown rested on the cloth and not on the zanpakutou. Sighing, now that she’d thoroughly cleaned the blade, it was back into the saya and resting comfortably behind her seat.

"Hello, hello!" Zebediah smiled as he walked into the textile shop. "Is this where Tsubame-san, the textile designer, and Adjutant-Captain of the 6th Division resides?" Walking in he was shocked at the beauty and seemingly perfect seamstress work that was presented here. Forgetting his place, he stared at the textiles as he turned slowly, enjoying the beauty in all the pieces; fancy, but tastefully so.

Finally, his eyes settling on the owner and designer of everything. Her beauty matched the fabrics and beautifully designed clothes. "Well, I've seen everything now..." he said softly to himself, his own voice coming out softly now. "You must be her... Tsubame, Takanashi, the genius designer. How do you do?" Zeb bowed slightly, flourishing as he did. "I am Zebediah Flamstel, Adjutant-Captain of 12th Squad."