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Hitsuga watches the dragoncat and his senior interact with one another and feels a smile ease over his features, smoothing away the furrows of flustered annoyance.

It is most certainly Baikou Kan esteems of the two of them. She will sit calmly in her lap or engage in gentle play with her. Around him, Kankan behaves differently.

Or....erm...

He shakes his head, catching himself using the nickname he'd christened the beast with. KAN behaves differently, he corrects himself, flushing some.

Even as the conversation takes place, Kan is oblivious, watching the ribbon with irritation as she tries to apply the same method she had to Tenkyuu to it, planting herself on the ground and watching expectantly, waiting for it to come within her reach. When it dances teasingly over her paws, however, composure is forgotten as the dragon-cat goes sprawling and flailing once more.

He would....not say he is coming to love the creature. He IS, however, growing to tolerate her.

...or rather, is trying to. He has found that he cannot truly detest anything that Baikou finds good in, after all.

He only wishes she would stop being so destructive...

And as for the candle...

"It is all right." he murmurs, bending to pick it up, flinching as Kan momentarily regards him with large eyes in the midst of her ribbon frenzy, then resumes her attack, deciding that the flailing satin menace must be dealt with firstly, THEN she will tend to The Pale One aiding her lesser enemy.

After a few unfortunate incidents in his shop back home, Hitsuga has come to expect that one or two items will be destroyed unintentionally now and again by customers dropping them or knocking them from the shelves.

Madame needn't worry herself with it. And, at the very least, he'd much prefer it to be a candle rather than a perfume. ....or one of his base oils for that matter, he adds, fixing Kan with a pointed look that, again, goes ignored.

Kan has MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THINGS to worry about right now! scream

Kan is momentarily annoyed to see that the ribbonbeast has fled to the safety of Tenkyuu's lap. Coward! WRETCH! stressed She sits on the floor, glowering up in the direction its disappeared, tail lashing furiously. Her hindquarters wriggle as if she's entertaining the idea of venturing up after it, before....it descends down on her again.

A sneak attack! It is more wily than Kan had thought!

The perfumer is unable to suppress laughter at how Tenkyuu manages to keep the beast off-balance and flailing, yet never victorious.

....and then eyes her oddly at the offer, seeming to have trouble discerning the validity of it.

Ah...no, Hitsuga thanks Tenkyuu, but he is sure things will work themselves out one way or another. sweatdrop He supposes, in the longrun, he can say that Kan is more gracious a houseguest than some who have apprenticed under him in the past, after all, he chuckles.

And Kan is having none of that...!! She may not have started this fight but she WILL. FINISH IT. Crouching, she lunges across the floor in a skitter of legs and teeth...!!

Oh...! No, they had not--

He winces as the scrabbling of claws on the floorboards ends in a small thud as Kan collides with one of the shelves and looks warily in its direction. When nothing seems upset, and Kan seems unhurt as she resumes her assault, he continues.

--they had not disappeared at all. In some cases, to his chagrin, he adds with an awkward sort of laughter. It is not, Madame understands, that he wishes any of them ill, it is just that it usually was a grating experience, to speak to a fellow perfume artisan who had come to him to learn how one who has taken the name of Heaven has perfected his craft so that they may apply it to their own.

They were often so set in their ways that he and they spent more time arguing over how things were "properly" done than he spent doing any real teaching...

Hitsuga feels his eyes snap wide at Tenkyuu's assurance.

Ahh, he doesn't wish them DEATH, but....

....yes they were aggravating at times. sweatdrop Or it could be also that this one is a poor teacher. It is much easier to simply do than it is to explain to someone else how it is done, as he's sure Madame well-understands and...

....and that cat never runs out of energy, does she...?

On Kan's part it is not playing, so much as it is righteous indignation. And much tumbling, skittering, growling, and flailing ensues as both ribbon and cat engage in their life-or-death struggle.

Swipe! Swipe!

Grab! Grab!

SNAG!

eek And for one brief moment, Kan freezes, the green ribbon caught on the tips of her claws as if unsure of what to DO with it now....

It is his hope that he has, yes...

If nothing else, he was able to learn from a few of them, at least. In their arguing, he received better insight as to what perfumers bearing the name of fire, earth, and water seek as ideals in their own creations.

Even as he explains this, he is unable to stifle another chuckle as Kan, not allowed to reflect on her victory for long, is yanked forward, sending her balance off-kilter as her belly drags across the floor.

Yet still she does not relinquish her hold. Giving a reptillian hiss (directed at the ribbon, not at the woman holding it), she attempts to lunge at the offending creature to better get it under her control, succeeding only in hopping foolishly like a hooked fish.

While he would have no objections to Kan going home with Madame Tenkyuu, his wife, he fears, may be another story...

And then, rounding back to the previous question....he does not suppose they are vast differences, really, but perhaps noticeable once one knows what it is they're looking for.

A perfumer who is Heaven-named, he explains, tends to discard most impurities, seeking the cleanest portion of his materials to be worked with. This results in his wares having a high, sweet sort of tone to them, which compliments florals very well...but some may find his work to be impotent and too mild.

Whereas, compared to....say, a perfumer who is Earth-named. HIS work will have a richer, loamier scent as he will intuitively select materials rich in his element to work with. That which Heaven dismisses as unclean, Earth may embrace as workable. But likewise, his perfumes may be criticized for being too strong.

He falls silent, hoping he is making sense...

Kan pauses, sides heaving a bit with labored breath from the nonstop war with the ribbon, though she continues to dangle stubbornly from one paw to it as its wiggled. Despite being fatigued, she is still determined, apparently, it will be hers. stressed