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"Not strictly illegal? You should go into motivational speaking, that was super reassuring," Reicheru jested with a grin.
"Like I said, I trust you. And it's helpful that Akira-san here is the one heading this up, I didn't realize that…" Embarrassment struck the girl as she realized she hadn't given her name to the ANBU, and so with a small polite bow she backpedaled,
"I also just realized I never actually introduced myself. My name is Saitou Reicheru. Looking forward to working with you!" she beamed a smile at Akira, doing her best to get excited for what they had planned.
"To answer your question, Danii, yes, he's got lots of dresses and even more talent, I'm sure we'll find something you like. And Maikeru, how about we hold of on the mind tricks to start, ay tiger? Uncle Jirou is a good guy, I'm sure he'll help us out, let me lead on that one. " She raised an eyebrow at her friend, glossing over his quip about their… friendship.
"Hm. I've never been good at nicknames. I guess I'll keep the nickname Riku gave me too, then, if Fire Tamer isn't too hokey." She turned to begin leading the way to her Uncle's shop. The talk of code names and the reality setting in of the experience she could get working under an ANBU helped to Reicheru get psyched for this. Yeah, this could be fun, this could be exciting!
It only took a moment and a name to deflate the energy she had built.
“We need a couple extra suits too. Namely one for another Uchiha student of mine named Nitish…" Reicheru stopped dead in her tracks, the hand with thumb pointing toward the tailor's stand falling back down at her side. She shot Maikeru a panicked look. How long had this guy been on assignment in Tea that he hadn't heard about Nitish, especially if he was close enough to him to call the boy his student? Sure, it hadn't been that long, but she assumed news of something like that would have traveled fast. Tongue pushed into her bottom lip, she searched for the words to say. She remembered the ANBU who showed up at her own front door last year with similar news. She was not cut out for this.
"Akira-san… Nitish, Nitish isn't coming." Did she need to say more? Could she leave it at that and let someone else closer to the situation tell him the whole story? She remembered again those ANBU who drug it out when all she wanted was an answer. She owed this teacher of Nitish's the same courtesy. Yet, when she opened her mouth to continue, no sound followed. She looked around at the business of the streets, the herds of people passing through. This would not do, this was not the place to hear news like this.
"C'mon, we can talk about that another time. For now let's get those suits, eh? If this is going down tonight as I suspect, we need to make sure we have enough time for the alterations to be made."[lb2][/lb2]
Saitou Jirou's shop was only a few stalls down from where they had been looking at masks, though they would have to move against the flow of foot traffic to get back there. There was nothing particularly extravagant about his shop, but the work that was done was unmatched.
"Everything okay, Rei…" Jirou asked as he heard his niece walk back in, turning around to see their group accompanying her.
"…and friends?" He said with a cocked eyebrow, taking particular note of Akira and Maikeru's masks.
"Uncle, this is Maikeru and Daenerisu, we go to the academy together; and this is Akira-san, he's a shinobi from our village. "Very nice to meet you all," Jirou would respond with a polite bow, though he could not completely remove the look of intrigue from his face. Reicheru's father and one of the other brothers had been the first Saitous to enter Konoha's academy, so shinobi life remained a mystery to most of these textile trade workers. Which would make Reicheru's request more… challenging.
"So Uncle Jirou, our friend Akira invited me and a bunch of our friends to that party tonight, but none of us brought the right kind of clothes. I'd really, really like to go - do you think you could help us out?" She asked with the very best favorite-niece gimmick she could muster, complete with hair pushed out of her pleading eyes and a soft smile to complement her slightly higher-than-usual tone of voice to really sell it.
Jirou's furrowed brows melted, and a grin pulled at his tight lips. Bingo.
"I guess I can't have my own blood running around here looking like a ragamuffin, that wouldn't be good for business. Sure, I have a few suits that were no-shows, so I can just make the necessary alterations. Dresses will take longer but I can make do. I'll need your measurements," he said, looking toward the group. With pursed lips Reicheru interjected,
"So… it's entirely possible that it's more than just the four of us…" Jirou gave a sideways glance at his niece.
"How many more? Do you have their measurements?" Grimacing, she shrugged her shoulders with her hands up before pointing to Maikeru, who she assumed had the answers they needed.[/fontsize]