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[ Somewhere around town-- at the bookstore, the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery, attached to posts and notice boards --you find a small white notecard. On it is printed a little message and some numbers in ornate lettering. If you look closely, it reads the following: ]

Rohan Kishibe, Mangaka & Visual Artist
Owner Pro Tempore of Ebony Threads Tailor Shop
Highly Experienced.
Commissions & Advertising For Hire
Pay Negotiable.
Contact At: 512.66.730.91 for inquiries
Castle Lüvchaque - Directly North of Bavan per appointment ONLY.

(( feel free to use this as an action-based prompt too. any random interactions will MOST LIKELY take place in the form of walk-ins at the tailor shop unless it's pre-planned. just drop a starter in here! ))

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[operadiance]

[ Nagas... the most beautiful.......nagas.. She can't help it. She bites both of her lips back as far as her teeth will allow, a curled hand pressing hard against her mouth, trying to suppress a tremble for a laugh. Sure, Kishibe might have that art house inkblot vibe going for him, the naga she thinks of first is Yuya — with his bright, clashing stripes and the cute (whip) viper in his hair and his candy-crayon coloration and the size and spectacle of his rattle, the easy target in the shape of an inflated human hand, like a mascot costume glove tied to the end, locked in the wide-finger splay of a wave.

She loves him, but beautiful isn't the word.

With effort she forces laughter down, steadying her mood the longer he goes on — for each type of creature he names, she thinks of who she knows bearing that pelt, who bore that skin before. The ones who are still alive, and the ones— ]

Me? [ Oh, her opinions. ] Eh, just on looks alone, or anything?