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Characters: Kasuga and YOU
Location: In/Around/On top of(???) Holocaust Mall
Rating: PG/PG-13
Time: Nov 18, Mid-Day
Description: After the battle Kasuga is in need of need of new clothing and so... very unsure.

While Kasuga had spent night after night since her arrival through the shopping district, flitting from one building to the next, she found actually going there to shop to be incredibly daunting. She had spent time on top of the Holocaust Mall, how hard could it be to go inside and just get what she needed? Yet, that seemed to be the problem.

Since her clothing had torn in battle, Kasuga had found a simple happi to wear temporarily until she found something else. What she needed was something easy to move in, something she could work, train and battle in without a worry that pieces of clothing would fly loose or snag on something as well as hide her kunai in easily.

After a deep breath the blond kunoichi stepped into the mall, eyes going from one storefront to the next nervously as she clutched her hand to her chest and nervously eyed the display in each window. It became clearer than ever that she did not understand the wears of the people of Death City. Perhaps it was futile to go alone without the aid of someone that might know what they were doing.

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"Ah, yes. I have seen her on patrol before."

Koujurou made it a point to acquaint himself with the people he worked with - 'acquaint' meaning study from a distance, and occasionally respond if they happened to approach him first. Not very social, this one...

"Did the two of you make a good pair?"

This was something they had in common, but that was to be expected from a pair of retainers such as themselves.

"I believe so, yes. Though-- I did not know what to expect, she did well enough for one who has never handled a blade before."

"Perhaps she will improve with training."

A statement with double meaning, really. It could have been a simple fact, but it also could have been a gentle reminder than people like themselves - Weapons - needed to find someone reliable to work with while they were in Death City. There was no telling if more of their comrades would come through, and all of them had more than enough reason to want to go home as soon as possible.

Missing the double meaning completely, Kasuga offered the older man a nod. "Yes, perhaps you are right." Though she did not say it out loud, her lips pursed in thought that the other woman may not wish to partner with her again. After all, it was only a snap choice as two were better than one and both were without at the beginning of the fights.

He was satisfied with that response, for the most part. Now to move to other things.

"What brings you to this area of the city?"

A frown tugged at Kasuga's lips at the question, was it really so odd for her to visit the shopping center during normal hours? "While we ourselves suffered little more than a few bumps and bruises, my clothing... did not."

"Ah." Of course. "Regretfully, I can provide you little assistance with that task."

He sort of... wore whatever was available. Besides, lady clothing confused him even more than women themselves did.

Though she tried to hide it, Kasuga's lips switched into a shadow of a smile at the older man's statement. "I thank you, none the less. It is a task that even I am unsure of where to begin. I do not... suppose you have visited the stores before in need of clothing in your time here?" Surely, even Koujurou needed a change of clothes, she thought as she eyed what he was currently wearing. Perhaps, if nothing else, he could provide advice in how one might find their way around such strange clothing that this world had to offer.

"I have. Perhaps I can show you, at least, where most of the stores are located."

She'd be left on her own, though, if she started asking about... what did one call it. Fashion?

It was lucky Kasuga was not one for fashion in the least. All she required was something easy that provided easy movement for her job. Of course, showing off way too much skin was a crucial part of this.

"If you do not mind; I would not wish that you waste your necessary free time on going out of your way."

"It is no trouble, Kasuga-dono." The man smiled. "As it is, I am used to matters similar to this."

Try running an entire mini country and dealing with Date Masamune at the same time. It made dealing with everything else incredibly easy.

"Come. I shall lead the way."

Kasuga was lucky in that respect, her own lord was relatively low maintenance, even when he sent Kasuga on errand after errand, it was surely nothing like being the retainer to Date Masamune.

"If you are sure," she nodded, following his lead.

"We of Hi-no-Moto must assist each other while we are here."

It was as simple as that, really. Even if they had their differences, there was a bigger conflict going on at them moment.

Koujurou entered the mall and moved through it with the sort of familiarity that came with being in a place one too many times. He made a beeline straight for the department store, and, after asking for directions just once, brought them both to the women's section of the area.

"Here we are."

Racks upon racks of strange looking clothing, and a few lady shoppers giving the big, scarred man in their midst wide-eyed looks.

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...like dressing up her teenaged daughter...

oh god XDDD

SHENANIGANS.

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