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Sylvite was actually quiet for a second, thinking about offices and paperwork and the rank system. Then, she nodded. "Yeah, if you want organization, we've got that for sure." She chewed on the inside of her cheeks as she thought some more. "I don't know if that would have been a selling point for me, back when I first joined up, but now I like it. It's gotta be better than, like, not having anyone to help you figure out what's going on."

She was still looking almost serious with all her energy going into digging her fingernails into a gap at the edge of the roof, and now her brows came together just a little, because she really was sorry he'd ended up on the side with no structure and that he was gonna have to go through all this to fix it.

She did crack a smile again as he explained his ears, though. "Oh, okay," she said, gripping the side of the roof even tighter to keep herself from leaning into his personal space. "I've seen that online before, but never in real life. It looks awesome. And you're a tattoo artist, too?"

Her smile faltered when he mentioned waiting until after he corrupted, but she nodded. "Yeah, I guess we shouldn't talk about this stuff too much yet, but I wanna hear all about it, later! I like art stuff." Obviously, body mods counted as art stuff.

She paused, then asked, "Can I write you a note or something? So you remember me?"

Sylvite nodded along while he talked a little bit more about ear pointing and she dug around in her subspace pocket. Most of her Information records went straight onto her communication tablet, but that had some limits so she kept a couple of stationary things in her pocket just in case.

Eventually, she pulled out a pen and a pack of sticky notes that were shaped like frogs. She took one off, then wrote,

Miyamoto,

Remember, I wanna be your friend and to talk about art stuff.

~Sylvite

Then she passed it over. "Here," she said. "To help you remember. I don't want you to have to be alone, either." She smiled at that in a way that was almost softer. She liked him already. The Shakespeare jokes and the fact the fact that he'd been willing to cut up his ears to look like a fairy were enough to make sure of that.

She blinked at his offer. "Like, for an example?" she asked. He'd need those if he had to start a new life, wouldn't he? "Woah. I've always thought that tattoos were kinda cool, but it's a lot of pressure, too. How do you decide on something that's gonna be on your body forever? Sometimes I can barely decide what I want for breakfast."

She ran a thumb over her wrist absentmindedly. "I get what you mean about decorating people, though. Not quite like that, but I'm a fashion student. I'm always making clothes and jewelry, and it's really cool, seeing people wear it."

She didn't think that was giving too much away. There were bunches of people in her classes.

"Asian tattoo?" asked Sylvite with a head tilt. Asia was kinda big, wasn't it? Like a fourth of the world by territory and more than that by the number of people living there. She didn't know if they'd just have one type of tattoo. "Is that, like, Sanrio characters, or calligraphy, or is it pictures of the Great Wall of China? What's a fu dog?"

She wasn't sure how much of that she would feel okay having on her body. Characters, maybe, but something in another language? Yeah, she ate tons of pocky and spent a lot of time drooling while window shopping new looks from Harajuku, but she knew she was still super white and American.

"I like the watercolor ones, though," she said, the smile coming back. "Would it be weird to get something just because it's pretty?" That was how she picked out most of the stuff in her life, and while none of her clothes and decorations were really permanent, she did try to make them last. That stuff cost money to replace.

She nodded when he said fashion was cool, and kicked her feet again. "Yeah! I started with jewelry, actually, kinda at the kids craft level, but I never stopped. I've been doing fancier beadwork and macrame for a couple years now, and I just took a class on wire wrapping, which you can use to make really polished looking stuff."

Although she had to admit that she still had a soft spot for her simple, colorful friendship bracelets.

"Koi are pretty," said Sylvite, her focus still off in the distance somewhere. She was flipping through ideas in her head. Hearts were cute, and went with everything. She could get something to represent her fashion studies, or maybe her family. There was a lot, way to much to think through tonight.

"I dunno," she said, sort of snapping back into reality, "But I'll figure it out for when you come over, okay?" That line was delivered with a little bit of a sly smile. She had do leave something as, like, collateral or a prize for him coming over.

It wasn't exactly how she was expecting this conversation to go, but the one thing that she had figured out tonight was that she would apparently get a tattoo if it meant she could tempt someone to her side, or at least make them feel more comfortable about joining the Negaverse.

Her smile brightened when he asked about her work. "Macrame is threadwork. Knotwork. You know those friendship bracelets you can get the kits for?" She curled a hand around her wrist to demonstrate, even though she didn't have any bracelets with this outfit. "That's the very basic kind. I've been making those all the time since I was pretty little. It kinda helped me focus before those fidget spinners came out." It had also helped, of course, after they had gotten banned. "But there's a lot of way fancier stuff you can do with it, especially when you get beads and stones involved."

With wirework, it was easy to make things look put together and elegant, but thread would probably always be her favorite. It was easier to get the bright colors she liked that way.

Sylvite blinked.

"Free? That's really sweet." That was generous. Like, really, really generous. She was starting to learn enough about the business side of art that it might be a little too generous, especially for a guy who was about to have to start a bunch of things from scratch. On the other hand, she hadn't exactly been saving up for a tattoo or even thinking about it at all until right now.

"What about, like, an art trade?" She glanced at his ears again. "Do you have any piercings? I could make you jewelry." That seemed to go hand in hand with tattoos a lot of the time, for some reason. "Something wire- you seem like a metal guy, right? Something with nice stones." For him, she could put a little bit of money into it. She raised an eyebrow, and her smile shifted to more or a smirk. "So basically I won't make you look like a fourth grader."

She might still be into the over-saturated kidcore stuff, but she knew it wasn't everyone's thing.

"Although macrame's more than that, too. There's like, cute boho earrings, crazy complicated fantasy necklaces, even wall hangings." Mostly wall hangings, if she was being honest. "The wall hangings are weirdly popular."

Sylvite nodded. Ninety percent of her excitement was still held in her fingers, which were now flittering and tapping against the edge of the roof as she was thinking about all the pretty things in the world that there were to choose from for her tattoo, and ideas for his jewelry on top of it.

She was gonna have several Pinterest boards started before the night was over.

"Yeah, that sounds really nice," she said. "I'm looking forward to seeing your style!" The thought of having someone's masterpiece on her, like, all the time? When he phrased it like that, all careful and serious, it made her fingers flutter even faster. "Food is good. I always love food, and, oh, I could bring you some material samples to look over. Style pictures, too. We can look at the fantasy necklaces, for sure." She hadn't actually tried making any of the most complicated designs yet, but she'd been working up to it, especially recently. Doing something for a friend was just the inspiration she needed. She wanted to make a masterpiece, too.

She took a longer, more serious look at his face, trying to memorize the exact color of his skin and hair. "I was just thinking that you'd look good in silver! I can keep my eye out for stones in your favorite colors while you're getting ready to come over."

Her hands slowed, and she took a deep breath. "But I guess we can't really talk about anything more specific until then, huh?" She'd probably already given away way more of her civilian details than she was supposed to. Not that she minded, exactly, but there were gonna have to be some limits until he was wearing black.

When Sylvite had followed the aura and found this stoic senshi on his rooftop, she'd been expecting she'd been about to get blasted with magic. She'd thought that maybe if she played her cards right and got lucky, she'd learn his name instead.

She hadn't expected to end the night by talking about jewelry colors and making a lunch date, but she wasn't complaining. It would be awesome if all of the senshi were like this.

"Okay, silver for you for sure," she said with a serious, final nod. "And it shouldn't be too hard to find me. We have our ways." She finally let go of the roof to wiggle her fingers like said 'ways' were something super mysterious and not just magical tablets.

"Until then," she said, then slid off the roof like it was nothing and landed lightly on the ground below. "Stay safe, have a good night and, uh, good luck with getting ready?" She looked back with a grin and gave one more wave. "See you later!"